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During the lunch-to-dinner lull at Sushi Teruya, Franco (Manager #3) and I would chat at the hostess desk.  The ringing phone or managerial duties interrupted us every few minutes.

One afternoon, we stood in silence.  

Franco finally spoke.

“She might be the hottest girl on earth," he said, "but somewhere out there, there’s a guy who’s sick of her.”

Rummaging Region