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dark. I walked in wearing work jeans, a faded hoodie, and steel-toed boots still stained with rig mud from my last shift. One of the salesmen glanced up, took in the oilfield beard and the scar on my cheek from a grinder incident, and looked past me like I’d wandered in to use the bathroom.
Another guy, younger, came over anyway. “Can I help you out,continue reading …
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