The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
So I'm in the liquor store just across the county line (we live in a dry county) and two women come in. One is very conspicuously pregnant.
She picks up a six-pack of beer.
"Better get two," her friend suggests. "You're drinking for two."
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