<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Old man from behind the blinds.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> You decide to knock on the door of the older cabin. There's no answer so you decide to knock one more time. From the other side of the door, you hear the sound of footsteps and a heavy sigh. An old man in a worn-down flannel answers the door.

"What do you want?" he asks.

"I... um, I was hoping I could use your landline."

""Don't have one. Go away!" he says, peeking around the door suspiciously. You respond...

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Please let me come in."

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Sorry for bothering you."

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