This is the story of two American girls who happen to love both peanut butter and Japanese culture. I'll call them J and K, for short.
Both girls decided to pursue their dreams by studying at a private university on one of Japan's many islands. Were they excited? Oh, yes. Their love for adventure and traveling appeared to trump their connections to family, friends and fiancees - of course, only temporarily. So they flew on a horribly long flight and suffered through multiple quarantines before being released into their new habitat.
Naturally, they explored. First discovery? MaxValu and its marvelous array of foods - fresh produce, Hello Kitty candies, Australian beef and Japanese-style mousse-filled donuts, just to name a few.
But then it happened. In the jelly aisle, next to the hachimitsu (honey) jars, they spotted...
PEANUT CREME...?!
Alas, there was no peanut buttery goodness to be found, just this peanut creme stuff. And so, adventure lovers as they were, they tossed it into their carts.
At their apartments:
"WHAT IS THIS CRAP?!" one of them exclaimed, flabbergasted at the disgusting flavor of the peanut creme. She sighed, knowing that Japan's lack of real peanut butter, at least on her island, would last for another two months.
But then, a miracle happened. J's fiancee sent her a love box full of American treats. Underneath the York peppermint patties and carefully selected burned music compilations, J read the name she most missed (other than her fiancee's, of course):
Jiffy.
End.
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