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... broth was still fine. And I still couldn’t account for the bowls.
I’d been moving tables for about an hour. That’s what my hands do when my head won’t sit still. The afternoon setup wasn’t wrong. Just outdated. It had been optimized for a roster that no longer existed, and with the second floor opening this week and at least five new guests who all had opinions about space, the current layout was starting to feel argumentative.
I shifted one table two feet east. Stared at it. Mo ...
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