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Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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He did not move to hug me, and I did not step forward.

“Take care of yourself, Gregory,” I said.

He got into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

I watched the sedan pull out of the gravel driveway, turning left onto the state highway.

He did not look back at the office window or the loading dock as he cleared the gate.

The red taillights disappeared continue reading …

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