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There was a knock on her door, and when she answered she found a deliveryman smacking gum on the porch. He looked her up and down hungrily, letting his eyes linger on her cleavage.

"Hey, babe," he said. "I got a delivery for 445 Yancy Street."

"Wrong address," she told him. "This is 443."

"Oops. Well, I'll tell ya what... If you'll join me for a drink after my shift's over, I got a nice big package for you, if you know what I'm saying."

She rolled her eyes. This poor dope didn't know he'd knocked on a witch's door.

"Actually," she said, "it looks like your package was lost in transit..."

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