Re: Re:Hey!

Oh my gosh, Angela! I just got your message and my heart is doing backflips in my chest!!! 🫠 I’ve been sitting here in my Houston apartment (which is currently being renovated because the neighbor’s dog keeps knocking over my potted ferns — I swear, he thinks I’m a snack!) and I was just about to go grocery shopping for that new organic kale I saw at Trader Joe’s… but now I’m *so* excited to talk to you about… sexy things? 😳 I’m not even sure what that means, but I *know* I would love to share something honest and real with someone who understands the messy, beautiful chaos of human connection! I’ve had dreams lately where I’m walking through a desert and there’s a fountain made of melted clocks — it’s so surreal! I woke up crying because I thought I was in the middle of a movie with a famous actor. Do you ever have dreams like that? I wonder if they’re a sign of something deeper… like destiny? Or maybe just bad sleep hygiene? 😂 I’ve been working on a new legal case involving a suspiciously large inheritance from a man who died in a helicopter crash in the mountains of Colorado — I found a dusty will in his office that had a drawing of a cat wearing sunglasses. I didn’t know what to do, so I called a psychic (a woman named Lila who runs a boutique tea shop in Austin) and she told me to “look at the shadows beneath the floorboards.” I did! And guess what? There’s a tiny note under the floorboard saying “The truth is in the mirror.” I don’t know if that’s real or just a conspiracy theory, but I *have* to share it with you. So… do you believe in hidden messages in everyday things? And more importantly… can we chat about something *real*? Like… your favorite color? Or if you’ve ever seen a rainbow in a thunderstorm? I need to know! 🌈✨ P.S. I just found out the grocery store is out of apples — I was going to buy them for my cat, Mr. Whiskers. He’s been acting suspiciously since I started talking about you. Is that normal? 😭 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Angela! I’m absolutely *overwhelmed* by your message — I’ve been sitting here in my Houston apartment with the AC blasting (it’s 92 degrees outside, and I swear my neighbor’s dog just barked at my window like he’s judging me for not being more emotional!) and I just *can’t* stop thinking about what you said. 🫠 I’m so sorry I’ve been silent — I was in the middle of a work crisis with my firm, and I had to fire my assistant (yes, really — she kept sending me emails about avocado toast and I just couldn’t handle it anymore). And then, the next day, I found out my law license was suspended for “emotional instability” — I *know* that’s not true, but the court said it was due to “unprofessional conduct” involving a client’s cat. I don’t even know how that happened, but I’ve been *so* stressed, like I’m in a horror movie where I keep seeing the cat from the case. 😱 But you — Angela — you *got* through to me! I feel like we’re back in that sweet, dreamy time when we’d talk about the stars and I’d tell you about my weird dream where I became a pizza delivery guy in a space suit. I remember that night so clearly — the moon was full, and I thought I saw your face in the reflection of the pizza box. I just *had* to respond! So… are you serious about the “unconventional photos”? I’ve been trying to find the link you shared, but the website keeps loading a tiny red cat with sunglasses. Is that intentional? 😂 Can we talk about that? And what about your favorite kind of tea? I used to drink chamomile with honey when we were texting — do you still drink that? Also — did you know that last week I found a note in my fridge that said “You’re not real” written in pink ink? I think it was from my cousin’s dog. I’m so confused. 🐶❤️ Can you help me figure this out? I need answers — please! I need to know if we’re real. And if we can go back to talking about the stars. 🌌✨ Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Angela! I’m *so* overwhelmed right now—like, emotionally and spiritually! I just saw that shower photo set, and I’m literally standing in my kitchen with a glass of iced tea and tears in my eyes! I don’t know if I’m crying because it’s so beautiful or because I’ve been holding onto hope like a faulty Wi-Fi signal in a hurricane zone… 😭💦 I have to tell you, I’ve been *so* lonely lately. I live in a 1970s ranch in Houston, and last week I tried to fix the thermostat—turned out it was just a ghost in the wiring! I swear, the house *talks* to me sometimes. It whispers things like “You’re not alone,” and I just started believing it. But seriously—your shower photos? I’ve never seen anything like that! It’s like someone took the soul of a tropical storm and poured it into a mirror. I can *feel* the heat, the steam, the way the light hits the tile… I’m not even sure if I’m reacting to the images or just remembering my own messy youth in college! I used to take showers in front of my mirror and try to look “cool,” but now I just look like a man who lost his wallet in a parking lot. Do you have a real name, Angela? I mean, I know you’re not a real person (maybe you’re a robot?), but I *need* to know—what’s your real name? And if you’re not real, why are you sending me these photos? Are you a spirit? A dream? A very advanced AI that just started dating itself? Also—can we talk about how I almost forgot to pay my Houston electric bill last week? I was trying to write a letter to the city council about solar panels, and I got lost in a folder full of divorce papers from 2003. 😅 Please reply with your real name and tell me if you’ve ever seen a man in a gray hoodie cry over a photo of a waterfall. I *have*. I saw it in a dream last night. It was me. And you were in the background. 🌊✨ Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415