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EVELYN GOT DWIGHT FOR SECRET SANTA. Which is actually perfect, because she had the best idea. It was something she had found at a yard sale. It was roughly eleven dollars, which she used the rest of the twenty dollars to find him small things she thought he would like.
The day went by really slowly and all she could think about was how excited she was to see Dwight's reaction. "First present. Oscar," Dwight announced, passing him the wrapped gift. Phyllis became the middle man to hand the gift to Oscar.
"You look excited," Jim commented.
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EVELYN I'm very excited. I got Dwight. And I got him this Battlestar Galactica figurine of Colonial One, and some Christmas decorations that I painted myself.
[ SHE'S BEAMING WITH HAPPINESS, HANDS SHAKING IN FRONT OF HER. ]
EVELYN I think he's going to love it.
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Oscar got a shower radio from Kelly. Jim got an old jacket from Creed, which Evelyn actually liked. Pam got a tea kettle from Jim. And Ryan got an iPod from Michael. It was astonishing to see that Michael had spent four hundred dollars on a gift, but it also made sense considering he had bought it for Ryan. Dwight picked up another gift and searched for the tag.
"Evelyn," he called out, tossing the present toward the brunette. She caught it with ease. Carefully, she ripped into the paper, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth. Wrapped in white paper were two shot glasses from Cancun. "I got those," Meredith admitted, and she couldn't help but laugh. Evelyn smiled, bringing them to her chest. "Thank you," she hummed. "I will definitely be using these."
Dwight scoffed. "Michael," he continued, already passing his boss his gift. Evelyn glanced over Pam and at Jim, showing off her new shot glasses to add to Payton's growing collection. He gave her a thumbs up, the two biting back their laughter.
"I knitted it for you," Phyllis said, tearing the two away from their silent conversation. Michael put on the homemade gift, his face reading anything but happy. He wielded it toward Phyllis. "An oven mitt?" he asked, disbelief dripping from his tone.
