Sensible shoes and a rather bland appearance made Sara the perfect courier. Strolling past the fence with forced yet stellar nonchalance, Sara pulled the letter out of her pocket discretely and smoothed the creases. She took a final whiff, the perfume had been her brilliant idea, and wedged it in the crack exactly as instructed. The rusty gate let out a satisfying groan and the deed was done.
Little did she know, garden gnomes are partial to Chanel. She watched in horror as the secret missive disappeared down the imps throat.
Sensible Sara was no longer the perfect courier.
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