Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

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Gregory laughed, a quick, dry sound that did not reach his eyes. He leaned toward Arthur, completely turning his back to me.

“My mother remembers the days of glass bottles, Arthur, but she does not quite grasp modern retail demands,” Gregory said.

“The dent design was built for wooden crates, not modern automated pallets,” Gregory continued, his words continue reading …