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She did not scream. That is worse. She simply looked at me, looked at the machine, then back at me.

I did not call my wife. I did not measure my car. I did not consider that we live in a 6-tatami-mat apartment on the third floor with no elevator. tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta free

My brain, devoid of adult supervision, whispered: "Just go look. You don’t have to buy anything. Tsuma ni damatte… just for an hour." She did not scream

Her first words: "What is that."

Hauling that cabinet home was a nightmare. I dislocated a shoulder (slightly). I scratched the hallway paint. I bribed a neighbor child with a family-size bag of Calbee chips to help me push it up the stairs. Tsuma-san returned home on Sunday evening, two hours early. She walked in, carrying a box of her mother’s pickled plums. She saw the cabinet. It was blocking the entrance to the bathroom. The screen glowed with a pixelated fighting character frozen mid-punch. I did not call my wife