One day, within 25 minutes of each other, I received two of those scammy “do I have the right number?” kinds of texts. However, in spite of the temporal proximity of the messages, the senders were very different.
We begin with the failure. At least “she” asks if it’s my phone number. But her ability to improv isn’t really there.
She stopped there. There were so many errors there—missing words, missing logic—I guess she decided to fish in another pond.
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