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I handed him the 500-yen coin without blinking.

I think I’ll keep her. And the lamp.

She nodded slowly. Then she said the words that still haunt me: “I saw the credit card alert. Surplus sale?” Tsuma ni Damatte Sokubaikai ni Ikun ja Nakatta ...

I opened the box. Inside was a robot vacuum that looked like it had fought in a war. Scratches. Duct tape. A tiny, hopeful LED that blinked “HELLO” before flickering out. I handed him the 500-yen coin without blinking

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.” She nodded slowly

I walked in the door. My wife was folding laundry. She looked at my empty hands (I left the bags in the garage). She looked at my guilty face.