The Mountain Inside
Frank Miller had been driving trucks for twenty years. Twenty years of highways and rest stops and diner coffee that tasted like it had been brewing since the Nixon administration. Twenty years of watching the American landscape roll by outside his windshield—cornfields and soybeans and strip malls and the occasional town so small it didn't even have a name on the map.He was forty-five years...
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