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My sister sent me home with a ton of leftovers, for which I was truly thankful. Unfortunately, she put them in a pink-on-pink Victoria’s Secret bag. Upon my return home, I hustled past the doorman, using my body to conceal the embarrassing item.
The wind of my passage whipped out a receipt from the depths of the bag, which fluttered to the floor. I froze as the doorman stooped to retrieve it.
He glanced at it before handing it to me. I took it with a trembling hand. A gift receipt for cotton bikinis.
Looking him in the eye, I detected a repressed twinkle. I did the only thing I could.
“Thanks,” I said. “I haven’t had a chance to try them on, yet.”