Me:  “I’m off to the store.” Voice:  “Get some milk.” Me:  “Okay.” Famous last words. Because a short time later, a breezy chill of refrigeration tickled exposed skin. There I was, face to face, with a behemoth wall of dairy. Jugs, cartons, bottles…large & small…bedazzled my milk-toast mind. When did milk decide to diversify? …

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