Every morning, like clockwork, Greg Warren heard the familiar rumble of a truck pull up outside his picturesque white picket fence home nestled in the heart of Maplewood, a peaceful residential suburb in Indiana. The sound of a door sliding open and closed was promptly followed by two quick knocks – a delivery. Yet, with a bemused expression, Greg would find a package not addressed to him but rather, to a Ms. Margaret Whitfield.
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