I kissed her forehead, lied straight through my teeth, and drove 45 minutes to a convention center that smelled of regret and old dust.
Then I saw the second item. A “mystery bag” of used game cartridges for the Super Famicom. No returns. Three thousand yen. Inside? Five copies of Pachi-Slot Kenkyuu and one unlabeled cartridge that just crashes to a green screen. A masterpiece. Tsuma ni Damatte Sokubaikai ni Ikun ja Nakatta ...
Five hundred yen. That’s less than a convenience store onigiri. I kissed her forehead, lied straight through my
Just don’t tell her I’m going back next month. Next time, buy two mystery bags. One for you. One for her. I kissed her forehead
I hadn’t.
You would be wrong.