“Someone’s at the door. Gotta run.”

“What? Hailey, no! Are you crazy? People from our birth year are dropping like dominoes and you’re answering the door? Please—”

“You’ve come unhinged, Lee. Maybe lay off Outlast for the day, okay? Let’s grab a beer at the Bassett tonight. My treat.”

“Hailey, dammit! Listen to me. Don’t open that door!”

“Bye, Lee.”

The call disconnects and Hailey’s image evaporates.

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