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Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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“The invoice came from a firm I have never heard of,” Wayne said, looking down at his clipboard. “Gregory said to route all the maintenance bills through his office instead of our regular supplier.”

At ten o’clock, I went up to the dairy office. The yellowing linoleum was worn thin near the door, and the air smelled of stale paper. Evelyn, my sister-in-law,continue reading …

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