I was looking for a memory stick. I couldn't find the translation in my dictionary and didn't have the heart to try and ask a shop assistant for help with my rough equivalents in mispronounced Japanese and embarrassedly mimed charades: not when they would be so polite, gently nodbowing and saying 'Hai' 'I understand' (when they didn't and couldn't). So I went on a search.
I was getting tired of creatively imagining where this portable memory might be located on the 7 floors of 'Tokuyo Hands' , tired of wandering aisles and wheeling on and off the escalator: and then - I found - : 'USB meets LOVE'
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