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A roll of thunder competed with knocking on the front door. I opened to find a man in a khaki shorts on the front porch wiping the sweat off of his brow. He stood next to a dolly stacked with boxes. Behind him the muggy sky was dark and foreboding.
“Is this the Azure Standard drop off?
“Yes.”
He handed me a clipboard and…