“We’re not going to make July first, all this shit has to come out,” Little Brian gestured toward the fermentation tanks that already had been bolted in place, the mash tun, the maturing tanks and sundry other equipment that made up the brewhouse. “And this,” he said, nodding at the walk-in cooler, “has to come apart.”
Bryan knew the floor needed reseal…
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