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I handed him the 500-yen coin without blinking.

She didn’t yell. Worse—she sighed. That long, tired sigh of a woman who has married a man-child. Then she asked: “Did you at least get me anything?” Tsuma ni Damatte Sokubaikai ni Ikun ja Nakatta ...

Last Sunday, it happened. A local electronics surplus sale. The kind of place where “unclaimed luggage,” “overstock from bankrupt factories,” and “slightly cursed robots” go to die. A flyer appeared in my social media feed at 2 AM. I was weak. I was foolish. And most damning of all—I decided not to tell my wife. I told her I was going for a “morning walk” to clear my head. She smiled, handed me a water bottle, and said, “Don’t buy anything stupid.” I handed him the 500-yen coin without blinking

You would be wrong.

“Very… walk-like,” I said.