Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

fingers trailing along the cool iron railing.

Wayne stood near the main filling station, holding a prototype milk jug with the circular dent.

“How is the new resin feeding?” I asked.

“Smooth,” Wayne said, his voice quiet as he tucked his pencil behind his ear. “The density is exactly what John specified in the original patent.”

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