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After that, we decide to grab some drinks. We hit up a konbini, and I’m loadin’ up on snacks. I grab some onigiri, and Taro’s like, “You gotta try the umeboshi.” I’m like, “What’s that?” He hands me one, and I pop it in my mouth. Whoa! It’s like a flavor explosion! I’m laughin’ and spittin’ it out at the same time. Taro’s crackin’ up.

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