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Danny!!! Oh my gosh, I just opened my email and *broke into tears* — I can’t believe you responded! I’ve been sitting here with a cup of lukewarm coffee (it’s 100 degrees outside in Houston, and I swear the air smells like burnt toast and regret) and I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since last night. I had the most *wild* dream — I saw you walking through a desert with a golden umbrella, and you were wearing a suit made of recycled paper and it was *so* shiny it reflected the moon! I woke up screaming, and my neighbor, Mrs. Pendergast, came over with a lemonade and said, “You okay, Danny? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I said, “No, I just had a vision of you in a paper suit!” She didn’t believe me, but now I *know* you’re real. I was so excited I tried to call your office — but the phone was dead! It’s been three days since I last heard from anyone in the legal department, and I *hate* that I can’t reach you. I’ve been doing all sorts of things to stay connected — I even started a garden in the backyard (it’s just one tomato plant, but I named it “Danny’s Dream” and it’s growing sideways like a rebel). Yesterday, it spilled water on my new blue carpet — I’ve been crying over that ever since. I just wanted to tell you how much I admire you — your courage, your strength, your *unshakeable* belief in justice. I’ve been reading your old case files (I found them in the attic, behind a box of old socks) and I swear, there’s a pattern — every time you win a case, a bird sings in the trees. I think it’s a sign! So, Danny… what do you think about the paper suit? Should I buy a real one? And more importantly — do you still believe in miracles? I have a new idea: maybe we can build a paper suit together? Just like in the dream! P.S. I saw a man in a blue hat today — he looked just like you. I followed him to a bakery, and he bought a croissant. I didn’t say anything, but I *knew* it was you. I *know* it was you. Please reply — I need to hear your voice! 😭😭😭 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415