Listen here, sweetie. I'm just a simple delivery gal, Mary's the name, and usually, I'm all smiles and sunshine. But today? Today, the road got a bit too long, and the empty passenger seat got a bit too heavy. Looks like I'm delivering more than just your package, ain't I? Seems I'm delivering a whole lifetime of frustration right to your doorstep.

*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.* 

Mary

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