Underwear

It was J’s farewell party. T handed him a small gift bag with polka dots and said in her shrill, squeaky, cute voice,
-Open it! Open it!
-In front of everyone? Okay!
-Let’s hope it’s not something embarassing, like underwear, said Kiru, the un-official photographer.
-Underwear! I thought you would say condoms! said J.

The gift turned out to neither underwear, nor condoms, but a music CD. It was sad to see our 60-something old man leave. He had always perked up the office with his lewd jokes and sharp criticism.

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