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Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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savings, flexed just enough to absorb the downward thrust. It held its shape as the cold, white whole milk surged into the basin.

“The cheap stuff Gregory ordered would have pancaked right there,” Wayne said. He did not look at me as he spoke, keeping his eyes fixed on the metal guides that kept the bottles from tipping. “We would have had three gallons continue reading …

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