Arachibutyrophobia
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

 

Jennifer proudly brought Brian a tray of triangle-cut sandwiches. It was the first meal she had prepared for him, her beau of two weeks. Not knowing that his mom had died of dysphagia, she had liberally slathered on the peanut butter. He ran out the door upon seeing the tray.

 

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