Posts tagged D.B. Miller
A Dog’s Breakfast

When Teenie lumbered into view with the baby carrier on her chest, I had to stop myself from bawling. I didn’t really believe there was a baby in there—we had only started “trying” last month—but the sight of that half-price Butterball turkey bulging from the sling was almost enough to get me going. These days, it didn’t take much.

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fiction, 2014SLMD.B. Miller