"Can I help you?"
"Account number, please."
"Have a nice day!"
A low murmur of voices rang throughout the spacious lobby of the Japanese bank. Some belonged to the tellers, dressed in sharp clothing while standing behind their little glass windows; some belonged to the people on the other side of that window, impatient and wanting nothing but to get whatever they needed and get out. Because in reality, nobody liked going to the bank. Nobody enjoyed standing in the long lines, waiting to get some money from their accounts or deposit some money, or whatever else they were there to do. And those voices, the voices that drilled themselves into
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