School exams concluded last Friday and I find myself trapped by an ambition-crushing abundance of free time. Never the less, with the merry jingling of 100-yen pieces in my khaki-pockets, I prance around Shinjuku, frolicking in the merriments the city has to offer. But wait, what's this? I reconsider the playful sounds, they are hollow and slight in quantity. All together, not the orchestra that is becoming of a proper 100-yen piece ensemble. No, the reality is it's merely the paltry clinking of 1-yen coins that have found their way into my pocket due to the damnable Japanese consumption tax. The same accursed tax that transforms the laudable ideals of the 100-yen store into a demoralized 105-yen joke. Now the time comes where I must burn my 105-yen candle at both ends, but soon that light will die out. Free happiness, find me and we will become quick mates!
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