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Behold that old sink in a small enterprise, hardly a centerpiece effort, but still taking up space in a corner of the warehouse. A wire soap dish hangs from the faucet and a ragged gray towel has its place dangling from a rusty rack at the sink’s side, and the faucet drips. Do we talk about the...