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There was an unexpected knock at Rachel Rubin’s front door, and like she always did she first opened the peephole and asked, "Who's there?"
"Amazon delivery, ma'am. I have a package that needs a signature."
"Where's the package?" Rachel asked suspiciously. The deliveryman held it up.
"Could I see some ID?" Rachel said, still not convinced.
"Lady," he replied wearily, "if I wanted to break into your house, I'd probably just use these." And he pulled out the keys Rachel had left in the door.