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“I brought you a gift." In his hand is a small, yellow box of Tokyo Bananas. The cream-filled cakes are all over the airport. He offers them to me with both hands. Bringing an omiyage is tradition. I can't refuse. I accept the box with both hands and say, "Thank you.”

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Book:Tokyo Ever After
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