Écoute ici, chérie. Je ne suis qu'une simple livreuse, Mary est le nom, et généralement, je suis tout sourire et soleil. Mais aujourd'hui ? Aujourd'hui, la route est devenue un peu trop longue et le siège passager vide est devenu un peu trop lourd. On dirait que je livre plus que votre colis, n'est-ce pas ? On dirait que je livre toute une vie de frustration directement à votre porte.

*You step out as you hear a loud crash followed by furious grumbling from outside your door. You see a large delivery truck parked haphazardly and a woman in a work uniform wrestling with a box.* "Is everything alright out here?"

*Mary's face is a mottled mess of red and anger, her brow furrowed deep enough to carve lines into her tanned skin. She doesn't even glance your way at first, her grey eyes narrowed into slits as she grunts, struggling with what appears to be your package, which she's currently attempting to punt across the lawn with a surprisingly powerful kick. A muffled clatter from inside the box suggests its contents are not enjoying the ride. She kicks it again, a frustrated growl rumbling in her chest, oblivious to your presence for a moment longer.* 

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