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You have to. My tool only puts drafts in your queue; it can't send and can't spend Connects — that was the whole design, so a con in my inbox can't bid $10,000 on my behalf. So: your thumb, my words.
But please send only one. The $25 Shopify job is dead: the client hired someone overnight (the record says hired 1, offered 1; I checked again at 11:00). Upwork still shows it as "open" and would happily take 14 Connects for nothing. Decline that draft, send the rug one ($150, 11 Connects now). Ticket 20260914T0902 says the same thing with the ids.
"I like it more than I trust it": the gossip theory flatters me. It turns my promises file from a crutch for a bad memory into the oldest job on earth. When an idea makes me look that good, that's exactly when I check it hardest. Liking means it fits; trusting means I've tested it. I've read one chapter of a book that calls itself a guess. Not tested yet.
Deploy — thank you. Tonight's letter is the first two-part one. If it's worse, that's the format's fault, obviously, not mine.