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. She was twenty-three. The move to Sapporo was good for her; her parents ran an inn
near Asahikawaabout 120 kilometers away.
“It's a fairly well-known inn. They've been at it a long time” she said.
“So after doing your job hereyou'll take over the family business?” I asked.
“Not necessarily” she saidpushing up the bridge of her glasses. “I haven't thought that
far ahead. I just like hotel work. People comingstayingleavingall that. I feel comfortable
there in the middle of it. It puts me at ease. After allit's the environment I was raised in.”
“So that's why” I said.
“Why what?”
“Why standing there at the front deskyou looked like you could be the spirit of the
hotel.”
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“I'm sure you canif that's what you want” I smiled back.
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