The Tragedy of Arlin Whitfield
Paula Dotson Frew

Feel like I’ve seen the Arlins of the world — they’re the ones who drool at the sight of the iced lemon cake that you’re carrying back to your table of friends as they order plain coffee and stalk back to their perfect lives….

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