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  • It's a rainy winter afternoon, on the third floor lobby of a majestic office tower in the seaside port city of Yokohama.

    Business people, housewives, and students, mix business with pleasure, gossip about neighbors, and voice hopes for a future made ever more uncertain by the increasingly rapid pace of economic change.

    Alone together, some characters read novels, others thumb through glossy magazines, or flip quickly through recycled paper manga. Some sip matcha lattes or munch on butterscotch scones.

    Conversations and trains of thought echo off the polished stone lobby walls and flooring. A dropped coin. A scooted chair. The cacophony rises and falls like the waves of the Pacific Ocean, not so far from here.

    The thick observation deck glass shelters these players from the brisk cold and steady drizzle of the truth of the day. The pallor of the stormy late afternoon sky colors this pulp fiction.

    No one seems to notice as minutes turn into hours.
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