By K.C. Dunford A mailbox is no place for an unwrapped dessert, specifically those carelessly plopped on lined paper. But there it was—a muffin—top glistening in rusted darkness. Chocolate chunks stuck out—those tiny mysterious mounds. And after the events of late, they looked more like freshly heaped graves. I took the muffin, latched the mailbox, … Continue reading Muffin in the Mailbox
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