The year is 2001. Or 2005. Maybe even 2007. Your favorite food is ramen, you own three wall scrolls and a Naruto headband, the only rave you've been to is at an anime convention, you just at an entire box of pocky, and you like to pretend that you know the words that you're screaming out loud.

(But really, you're just mangling the Japanese language. Loudly. In public.)

Your adult self is cringing. Your inner weeb suddenly remembers how to squee. Welcome to nostalgia.

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