Mail Run
Reuben had barely finished placing the last label when Fish—who had returned from his cheese break berry refreshed—announced: “OKAY! Final step ob Internashunal Bizness Operations: mailrun. And Reuben, you’re da fastest, so… good luck!” Before Reuben could protest, Fish handed him a tiny Radio Flyer wagon piled high wiff outgoing calemdars and gabe a very […]
