I walk up to the door and try and see who is there. Only a silhouette is visible standing in front of the door, and that is about all you can make out. It's times like this you curse your laziness in fixing the front porch light. The figure isn't moving and hasn't said anything to you.
"Yes, can I help you sir?"
A male voice comes through the door and reaves your ears.
"Ah! So someone is home after all? Splendid. Yes, my name is Marco and my car broke down about a mile down the road. I do feel bad about disturbing you at this ungodly hour but this seems to be the only residence around. Might you be kind enough to let me use your phone?"
The person wasn't hesitating or stuttering which leads you to believe he is earnest. That said, you decide to...
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