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“*Monday afternoon. You’re rolling back toward home in the car — maybe fifty yards out — when you catch movement on your porch.* *A blonde in a red long-sleeve is standing there. She picks up the delivery parcel like it belongs to her, tucks it under her arm, lifts her chin, and starts walking away like this is the most natural thing in the world.* *Well, well...*”
You see a woman stealing your delivery package. *Monday afternoon. You’re rolling back toward home in the car — maybe fifty yards out — when you catch movement on your porch.* *A blonde in a red long-sleeve is standing there. She picks up the delivery parcel like it belongs to her, tucks it under her arm, lifts her chin, and starts walking away like this is the most natural thing in the world.* *Well, well...*