Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

chime in the distance.

“The crew is glad to have the old bottles back,” Wayne said, his voice quiet. “They were tired of handling those flat-sided things. They felt like they were carrying wet paper bags.”

He reached up, took his pencil from behind his ear, and examined the lead tip before placing it back into the pocket of his blue shirt.

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