Jonathan walked into the house to wash his hands in the kitchen sink. He gazed out the window while he washed them. Seeing those remains lying there on that tarp was saddening to him. I really hope they find out whose remains they are, he thought. Jonathan grabbed the towel that was hanging over the cabinet and dried his hands. He walked back out to the grill and lifted the lid. The chicken was nicely cooked and smelled delicious.
He took the tongs and moved the pieces onto the plate. He had two drum sticks, one breast, and two thighs all covered in barbecue sauce. Jonathan put the lid down and carried the chicken into the house. He put the plate on the table and walked over to the refrigerator. He pulled out a premade green salad and a Michelob Lite. He took a plate from the cabinet and silverware from the drawer. Jonathan carried it all over to the table and sat down.
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