Gabriela MarinescuPedals, pedals, my lovely pedals, Gică whispered as he rode along the freshly paved alleys of the new residential neighborhood. In the wrought iron cart he had designed and welded himself, exactly six two-liter bottles fit. That’s how much he sold per day. That was his quota. The rest of the milk, …
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Real Fiction / Gabriela Marinescu, Laura Stanciu, Adina Colțea, translated by Darius Baciu: Pedals
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