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Not many people will drive the mail to places the U.S. Postal Service won’t. Seventy-one-year-old Gilbert Lujan is one of them.
Casper, Glossier, Harry’s, and Away love to send you mail.
The little-known Diplomatic Courier Service works like your interoffice mail system, but on a planetary scale, with complex protocols to ensure the safe transport of sensitive material by land, air, and sea.