You know it when you read it.
You haven’t heard from this friend in a looong time, but it’s nice that they are trying to reconnect. You accept their friend request and they respond pleasantly enough. “Thanks for accepting my request. How are things going with you?”
You send a brief reply, intending to follow up more later. They come back with sloppy grammar (could be keyboarding error) but also phrasing this friend wouldn’t use. They end with a question, “Guess what?”
OK. She’s been hacked. How do I know? I’ve learned to recognize deceit when I read it. When we write, we expose ourselves. What we’re like, how we feel, where we’re from, what we’re up to.
Isn’t it magnificent that words can do that?
Biggest challenge going. When I put myself in print, I expose everything about myself. Do I have the boldness this hacker has?
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