Wednesday, my boss calls me into his office. He pours me a glass of tea and tells me to play pachinko for him. He’s a pachinko junkie, my boss. He buys all the magazines, gets the daily updates on his mobile phones, surfs the net for the insider tips and hackers’ hints.
“I’ve been studying the form of this one machine for a month,” he says. “It hasn’t paid out in all that time and tomorrow it’s ripe. It’s ready to drop. I’m sad to say that tomorrow I have to go to Kyushu on business. You’ll be playing it for me.”
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