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Here’s how we took rough cut wood and built a box beam

Here’s how we took rough cut wood and built a box beam

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The rumbling started low. A vibration I felt in the floorboards before I heard it, a deep thrum that cut through the shriek of the blizzard outside. I stood behind the counter of my empty diner, smoothing the last of the cash. Forty-seven dollars. A handful of wrinkled bills that felt like a joke. Under the register, a letter from the bank. Seven days. That’s how long I had until they took everything. The rumbling grew louder. It wasn’t a snowplow. This was different. This was the sound of machi

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The rumbling started low. A vibration I felt in the floorboards before I heard it, a deep thrum that cut through the shriek of the blizzard outside. I stood behind the counter of my empty diner, smoothing the last of the cash. Forty-seven dollars. A handful of wrinkled bills that felt like a joke. Under the register, a letter from the bank. Seven days. That’s how long I had until they took everything. The rumbling grew louder. It wasn’t a snowplow. This was different. This was the sound of machi

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The rumbling started low. A vibration I felt in the floorboards before I heard it, a deep thrum that cut through the shriek of the blizzard outside. I stood behind the counter of my empty diner, smoothing the last of the cash. Forty-seven dollars. A handful of wrinkled bills that felt like a joke. Under the register, a letter from the bank. Seven days. That’s how long I had until they took everything. The rumbling grew louder. It wasn’t a snowplow. This was different. This was the sound of machi

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The rumbling started low. A vibration I felt in the floorboards before I heard it, a deep thrum that cut through the shriek of the blizzard outside. I stood behind the counter of my empty diner, smoothing the last of the cash. Forty-seven dollars. A handful of wrinkled bills that felt like a joke. Under the register, a letter from the bank. Seven days. That’s how long I had until they took everything. The rumbling grew louder. It wasn’t a snowplow. This was different. This was the sound of machi

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