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He reached a hand toward one of the dishes, but Blair slapped it aside.
"First, you have to say something you're thankful for.
Jim smiled.
"That's easy. I'm thankful for my best friend Blair. Your turn."
Blair smiled back.
"Well, I'm thankful for my best friend Jim, and..."
Jim cut him off.
"Good. Let's eat."
He grabbed the lid off the mashed potatoes, then stopped and stared.
Drawn across the surface with food coloring was a wolf chasing a panther up a tree.
"Sandburg!"
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