Brad, Jen thought, had a very different sense of humour. That is: he didn't have one. He made jokes and laughed through his nose in that irritating way of his that made her skin crawl, but they weren't funny. It wasn't just her who thought this. His other work colleagues couldn't raise a smile, when he told his latest "jape". Around the coffee machine they would sometimes roll their eyes when he approached, or jab each other in the ribs when his nasal chuckle began. "How can someone go through life believing they are funny without picking up on clues from others that they are really not?" Jen overheard Kevin asking, once. Jen wouldn't have minded (that was a lie, of course she would have) so much if she hadn't had to share an office with him. It was barely big enough to call an office. She had been in phone booths with more space. Brad sat across from her sniggering...
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