Chapter 2: Chapter 1 - Part 2
We then climbed back into the cars, and I followed her up to the main house on the ranch. As we pulled in, I saw Rip and John on horseback coming up to the cars from the stables.
As I got out, before Beth and John could talk and ruin the surprise, I called out,
"Hey, you old bastard, hahaha."
"John's head snaps up and he looks at me, grinning as he hops off his horse and brings it with him. He walks up to me with his horse trotting behind him, 'Look who's free! How did you get out? You didn't break out, did you?' he says.
'Of course not. Where would I go? The desert? Hahaha.'
By now, Rip had said hi to Beth and came over to me. I hugged John and then hugged Rip. None of us were much into physical contact, but I haven't seen them in so long.
We sit down and start talking about different things like war, native reservation issues, and a few other things. It was a nice relaxing night, but I woke up with a start and adrenaline pumping. I didn't know what that was and thought I just wasn't ready to sleep in. I woke up, had a shower, and fixed myself up for today. I was to help on the farm. I helped out with the small jobs, assisted where I could, and tried to stay out of the way.
That night, I told them I was probably going to visit Mother's Meadow and then head back into town to return the car at the end of today.
As I drove to Mother's Meadow, I saw a beautiful mare up on the top of the hill. Native trees and flowers were blooming, and the mare was just standing there, looking out over the field. I parked the car and walked through the open gate and into the meadow, the wild mare watching as I did this. I then just lay down and went to sleep there, enjoying that what was once a place of torment was now one of peace and tranquillity.
I woke up to something nudging me, and it was the mare. The sun was setting now, and the mare was checking on me since it was getting dark. I went back to the Dutton Ranch and told them about the meadow and the horse. They said the horse always spooked except for Beth, Rip, John, and now me. I smiled and hummed at that and asked if we could put a custom brand on her. I drew the picture of the Native Freedom symbol so if anyone caught her, they knew not to break her and let her go. We registered the brand as a joint Dutton Ranch and Native American brand so we knew not to break in the marked horse and to release it immediately. This took a fair few days, but everyone agreed. I branded the white horse in the meadow, apologized, gave her an apple, and let her go. I then drove back into Bozeman for the rest of the night.
It was a nice peaceful drive back from the Duttons' ranch and Mother's Meadow. I was going at a smooth pace, cruising through Bozeman's main street. People were packing up stalls, so I got out and decided to check if anyone still had anything interesting.
I was pulling into the park, and I spotted a lady trying to pack up. Some of the boxes were unorganized and just filled with an assortment of knick-knacks and things.
As I got out, I was about to walk over and offer her a hand when the heavy-looking box she picked up broke apart, and wooden knick-knacks fell on the ground.
Noticing this, I called out to announce myself and not startle her, 'Hey, do you need any help packing up? I just pulled in to look around. Looks like I'm too late.'
'Sure, but anything you break, you buy.'
Today, I have on normal camo, nothing special.
'So what do you want in first? Heavy things, glass things, fragile things?'
'Any. I'll organize it when I get home. I got to get them in the car.'
'Sure thing. I'll put the heavy things in first then so you don't have to get them first when you get home.'
As I was helping pack things into boxes, we came across a few paintings, 2 or 3 small carvings, and the ones that drew my attention were the few dream catchers. One of them was the same colour as the one that my mother gave me and Rip, and another that looked like Mother's, the one which stepfather burnt. Rip was the fool when he touched the house; he took Mother's things and our dream catchers that we hid, but he had them framed on the walls of the house.
I said, 'Are the dream catchers still for sale?'
She let out a small 'Yep' and spun around with a grin, saying, 'Yes, they're for sale. After checking the price, she said it was $100 for the big one, which looked like Mother, and $50 for the 2 small ones. It's made with good materials.'
I nod in understanding and say, 'A bit high, but fair enough. They look like mine and my mother's old ones. I'll buy them.'
We put them to the side and carry on packing the boxes.
The last thing was a wooden jewellery box with nice smooth engravings on the lid and sides all over. I went over and picked it up. It was solid. I ask, 'How much for this?' I tap the jewellery box, which could fit a few things inside, including the dream catcher. She nods positively and says, '$240. The wood and lacquer alone were $25, as well as the time it took for engraving. It took longer than anticipated.'
'It looks beautiful. I'll buy this as well.'
She said as fast as lightning, 'Deal. The total is $440, please.'
I was a bit shocked at the speed at which she said that. I chuckled and said, 'I don't have the money yet. No bank is open this late, and I don't make it a habit to drive around with $500 on me. The most I have is $60. If you still want to sell it tomorrow at midday so I can go get some money out, I'll meet you someplace to buy them then.'
She pouted but said, 'Fine, deal, but don't mess with me.' We then traded phone numbers. As I was about to leave, she said, 'What, ain't going to ask me to dinner?'
I turned around with a smile, 'Sure, but I'm only covering myself. I only got $60, remember, and I'll need $10 for at least a little fuel.'
'That's alright, baby. I'll be your sugar mama tonight.' After a pause, she starts laughing, 'Hahaha, I can't believe people say that shit seriously.'
I start laughing as well, 'Sure, sugar mu.' I also start laughing, 'God, that shit is fucking cringe.'
After we laugh and finish packing up, she tells me to jump in because it's getting late and she is hungry.
When we get into the car, she starts, 'So what's your name? We've been talking for an hour now, but you still haven't given me your name yet.'
'Well, let me officially introduce myself,' I say mockingly and chuckle. 'I am Christopher Walker, but friends call me Chris.'
'Well hello, Christopher. I am Samantha,' she replies in a similar mocking tone as we laugh a little.
While on the
way to a restaurant she knows of, after paying it's a surprise, I ask her, 'Do you sell any smaller dream catchers that are metal and won't break but small enough to fit as a keychain accessory?'
She shakes her head no, 'I don't have any on hand, but I am willing to do custom orders.'
I smiled and said, 'Great, I would like one of her designs and for it to be the size of a keychain.'
She nodded and said, "I could do it but for a price. Hmm, how about $80? It's the smallest I would do, but because it's small, I have to buy specific materials and things to make it, so it costs as much as the large one. So remember, this will be a custom order, and there are no refunds, okay?"
I smiled and nodded to her and said, "Sure, all good."
"In the glove box, there should be some old custom order sheets. Fill one out; it will help."
The custom order sheet was detailed for a customer order with basic questions such as the size, the shape, the specification of colours, and a few more. As I was filling the order form out, she passed me another to sign. It was paperwork stating that there are no refunds, and the artist is allowed to take and modify the designs to be able to make them.
While I was answering the questionnaire, we continued chatting.
"What else do you do other than sell these trinkets, Samantha?"
She replied, "I teach in the reservation, and this little market stall helps buy school supplies for them."
I responded, "That's awesome. We should pick some things up for them tomorrow after I pay for the dream catchers and jewellery box. We could also stop by the Marine Corps recruiting station to pick up a few things from Toys for Tots, and we can get a few things for it; plus, it'll help more people."
She was enthusiastic and replied, "Really? Okay, then let's do that."
She said, "Okay, so the place we are eating at, it's a little ma and pa restaurant. We are just up ahead. They have really good burgers."
We pulled in, and the car park was fairly full. Samantha parked in the reserved for employees car park near the front door. I gave her a look, and she said, "Benefits of knowing the owners and employees." We hopped out and entered the restaurant. As Samantha greeted the young lady at the counter, I went to find a seat. Samantha came back and sat down. "She tells us to take any seat we want, and she will be with us in a second." The seat I found was a booth that faced the front door and the car. The waitress came over and asked Samantha what she wanted to order. I let Samantha order our food as she is the one who knows the menu. She got us a burger each with fries and drinks.
She got me the Texas cattlemen burger, which has doubled burger patties, bacon with melted cheese, and a special chilli BBQ sauce.
And for herself, she got a Californian burger, which she said was new, and we thought it was something like the cattlemen; it wasn't. It was a vegetable burger with some cheese. When she got it, the pout was noticeable, and I laughed at her pouting expression.
"Don't laugh. I got these two because I haven't tried them yet."
"Now, because I am paying and neither of us have tried either of these burgers, we will cut them in half and try each one."
I laugh, "You do you." And so she cut the burgers and switched them. As we both ate the vegetable burger, she took a small bite and said it was not at all to her taste. So she cut my half of the cattlemen burger and gave me her half of the Californian burger. It was okay, but the other one looked juicy. After eating half of the vegetable burger, the waitress came over and asked if we needed anything. Samantha ordered another cattleman burger and said it was for me because she ate mine.
After dinner, she said she was full after smashing the burger and leaving no fries for me, which I complained about, and she scoffed at me jokingly and said, "I am full. That Californian vegetarian burger wasn't the best, but that cattlemen burger was really good."
"I agree. We should come back here next time I visit."
"For sure. That burger was so good, and the BBQ sauce wasn't overly spicy; it was just nice."
"I didn't mind it either. Hahaha, sorry for stealing your other half. It's just a habit. Me and my sister used to do it all the time."
I laughed her off, "The vegetable one wasn't too bad."
She looked at me as if I had two heads and said, "Next time, you have to try the Texan burger."
"Okay, next time," she then nodded sagely.
We got into the car and drove around. She asked where I was staying, and I told her I was staying at a hotel. As we pulled in, she laughed, "I forgot about your rental."
We got out and went inside. She had a shower, and then I did. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw her lying on the bed in a light blue dressing gown. I went over to her.
"Where did you get this? I want one."
"I grabbed it from my car while you were busy. I always have spare clothes and things in my car."
"Well, I don't, and my clothes are in the washing machine, so this is all I got. Unless you got something for me."
She gave me a pointed look, "No, not anything that would fit you, I'm afraid."
As she was lying down all I had was a towel over my waist.
"Move over, let me lay down. I'm tired, and I wanna see if the bed's any good."
"Yeah, right. Come on up then."
After laying down, things escalated rapidly, and we didn't get any sleep until the early morning of the day.
In the morning, I woke up to a heavy weight on my chest and awakened to Samantha. Samantha's head was in the crook of my neck, and her legs, arms, and chest were leaning on me in a big side hug. I tapped her hand and slowly woke her up. As she said, "Chris, shh, just sleep. We're both on our days off; it's fine." I started to drift back off to sleep.
I wake up again at 8 am, and Samantha is up now. I ask her for how long. She said only 20 minutes or so, and my clothes were in the dryer. I got up and thanked her, and she came over with her blue dressing gown undone and gave me a light kiss on the chin. Things quickly escalate, and we finish while exiting the showers.
"Alright, enough fun and games. You owe me $480."
"No wait, not like that, never for the things you bought. Plus, if you want that custom one, another $80. In total, $560 please. Then we can shop and do your Toys for Tots delivery."
As we were driving to the Marine Corps recruitment office to pick up some toys for tots stickers and sign up and things, we chatted.
Samantha asked, "So how long is your next contract?"
I respond with a sigh, "This is my grand plan. I have already reenlisted for 6 years. At that time, I'll have 16 years in the military. Then it's 4 years, and with 20 years served, I can retire and get bonuses at 37. How's that?"
"That doesn't sound too bad, but that's 10 years."
I nodded and started to speak, "Hey Samantha, if you want, you can send me mail while I'm in the military. It could be a fun way to keep in contact."
Samantha said, "Well, I do like you, obviously, but what if I meet someone? Ten years is a long time."
"We shall see what happens, but if I find someone, I will tell you, and we can proceed from there if we can still be friends and all that jazz."
"Sure. Makes sense. I'm not going to ask you to wait for me like we're teenagers. We're both 27. I laugh. Don't worry. I understand if you find someone, but we will always share and remember these couple of days, that's for sure."
After a pause, while we sit in the car, she turns the car on, puts it in reverse, but then says, "Are we going to buy those school supplies now, or did I sleep with you for nothing?"
I start coughing and lightly smack her thigh and lightly accuse in an over-the-top way, "You bitch, you waited for me to take a drink of water to say that, and now look at me. I'll get you for this."
We go pick up my rental car and return it. Then we head to the Marine Corps recruitment office. After a while inside signing papers and I had to bring Samantha in to sign some things as well, after 2 hours, it was 2 pm. We finally finished the documentation for becoming Toys for Tots volunteers, and we only had limited time to do the drop-off. The guy said, "Okay, so a box of spare books is in the back and take some brochures, I guess. Anything else you can buy, or just this? We don't get much out here."
When we got back to the car and put the Toys for Tots sticker volunteered on the car and started driving around shopping for school supplies and teaching resources.
"Today's probably going to be the last day together for a while, and I want you to know that this was fun, and I am happy to become such 'good friends.' I laughed then explained that we had just today because tomorrow I'll spend with Rip for a few hours and jump on a plane and head back to Texas for base. She had tears in her eyes and said that it was okay and that if she or I find someone, we'll always be friends. I agreed. I also asked if she could look out for Alice because she is too nice.
We had to go to different stores, and then we were off. We got a few whiteboards and markers as well as a laptop for Samantha and one for the principal from me as a gift. After all the shopping for school supplies, I ordered some bulk blue pens online because they're cheaper, and I got a fair few as well as some plain books. After that, we packed the cars, and I spent maybe $3k. As we were driving to the school, she started laughing.
After hearing her start to laugh, I questioned, "What are you giggling about?"
Samantha said, "I must be good if I have you spending that much on me just after one night."
I laughed, "Yeah, I know. What am I thinking?"
As we pulled into the school, we got out, and the principal came out and asked, "What are you doing here Samantha? It was your day off."
I said, "We bought schooling supplies from Toys for Tots."
Principal Littlefield *speaking in Crow* "Why did you bring a white man here? This will cause some trouble."
After listening for a little, I decided to interrupt, "Forgive my intrusion, but I am native. Although I did not grow up on the reservation, I did grow up just outside of it. Now, not that I had a choice in the matter, things happen, and I have not had the opportunity to have any official schooling. So donating school and educational supplies to help educate the children of the reservation is very special for me."
Principal Littlefield, "I do not have a problem with you, but those that want to exploit the land."
I responded, "I agree the land should be protected. However, forcing farmers and ranchers who have been here for generations is the same situation that you are in. I agree the reservation should expand and protect more of the land. However, if it starts affecting ranchers and other farmers, more issues will arise, and then you won't have anyone in your corner when you need it. I continue if you think the ranchers and farmers are the enemies then you have no idea who is looking at buying up a lot of land. All I know is that it's called Paradise Valley for a reason and very rich people will be looking to buy, and we all know money talks and bullsh*t walks."
After taking the supplies out of the back of the truck and organizing them as we pulled things off the truck.
As we hopped back in the truck, we headed into the reservation. I asked where we were going, and she said, "We're going to my sister Monica's to raid her pantry. I'm starving, and she lives just up the road."
I chuckled and said, "Alrighty then, but I got to be in Bozeman at 1 pm to meet with Rip for 2 hours because the flight is at 4 pm, and it is 6 hours."
We pulled in, and there was a car with a navy logo sticker on the back window. I raised an eyebrow and said, "Navy?"
Samantha said, "Yeah, I'm not sure. I knew he was in the army."
I laughed hard and said, "Navy."
"Pshh, whatever."
As we were about to head upstairs, a man came out as he saw us.
"Hi Samantha, who's this?"
"I am Samantha's plus 1 today."
"Hey, Kayce. Indeed, he's my plus 1 for now anyway. Let's head inside. I'm starving."
"You can head inside Samantha; I'm going
to chat with Kayce for a bit."
"Alrighty then, see you in a bit."
As she disappeared inside, I said, "So navy, huh? How's that working? Not much ocean out here."
He laughs and says, "A Marine," while pointing at my marine tattoo, "and says where's the army handler to tug on your lead? You should be chained in the yard. How did you get out? Kayce says with a laugh." I laugh and say, "I jumped the fence, and they are looking for me. For clarification, I will report back in a week."
He gets serious now and asks, "How long to go on the contract?"
I say, "6 years, but after that, I'm going to do another 4 to hit 20 for the retirement. Just reenlisted a couple of days ago, and it is too late to change now even after meeting Samantha."
"10 years, huh? They got your ass, huh."
"Why? Other than the retirement."
"Commander helped me out with a court case, and I told him I would reenlist and make it to an early easy retirement."
"With a laugh, Kayce says, 'You know that sh*t ain't happening.'"
"Yeah, I know, but he still helped me out so I'll do as I said I would. Plus, I already did 10 and then signed up for 6. What another 4 going to do?"
"Other than that, the military is my home. I got nowhere else to go. Heck, I put an empty plot of land. It's a meadow down as my address and said to mail everything to my PO box, and I'll have someone pick it up for me."
"He laughed and said, 'That's all good.'"
We go inside, and we sit down. Samantha's sister Monica has some lunch ready, and after we all eat a few snacks while Samantha and Monica are making some things in the kitchen, Kayce and I start talking about the different patrols he is on. I was listening as we were going over the situation. A ceramic plate falls and smashes, and we both jump up fast and check the windows. After a split second, we glance at each other and nervously chuckle. We both know what just happened, but neither will mention it to the other. We both know, and that's enough. The only one who saw what happened was his kid. It goes silent, neither of us wanting to talk about our shared experience. We both knew enough.
"The ladies come back in, and Samantha notices the uncomfortable air immediately and asks what happened. We both say nothing and chuckle; the kid does as well. We eat, and Samantha's sister asks Kayce to pass the salt. I laugh, and Samantha says, 'Walker, what are you laughing at?' Kayce laughs. That's how we got to know each other's names; his kid's name was Tate, good kid."
"After the late lunch and early dinner, we were saying goodbyes. As I shook his hand, he said, 'Stay safe.' I said thanks and wished him the same for his next mission. I patted his shoulder and turned, jumping into the truck with Samantha. We headed back into Bozeman. It's about 7, and we pull into the hotel. We head inside, and after a long shower and some other nightly routines, we finally sleep."
"As we wake up, it's 7 am, and Samantha is tracing my chest. I pull her into a hug, which turns into a snuggle. Before we continue, I say we have to get ready. She says we have hours to kill; it's a lazy holiday. We would have been up by now, but Samantha pulls me back and just wants to lay with me. She says we have nothing going on anyway. I laugh at that, and we occupy each other for hours. Not all sex, some just lay in each other's arms silently and sleep a little, and then we continue with the exploration of each other. It's 12 now, and we are ready for the day. My phone goes off, and I answer. 'It's someone from the military, and they let me know that my vacation time has been slashed, and I need to return to base in 3 days.'"
"I call out to Samantha and tell her the sad news. She says, 'That sucks.' I call Alice and tell her. I then called Rip and told him that I had 3 days left. He said he would come tomorrow to see me off at the airport. Alice calls back and says she'll hang out with us tomorrow and send me off at the airport."
"I prepare the jewellery box to give to Rip. It had the dream catchers inside of it. After packing up the room, there was silence. 'That's it, screw it. We're here for vacation, so let's relax. You've got the rest of today and half of tomorrow.'"
"Follow me," she leads me to the bed. We wake up late the next morning; it's 8 am, and we're still both sleepy. We get up and have a long distracting shower. It's 10 now, and Alice calls. 'Where are you guys?' 'We're still in the hotel.' 'God damn it, I'm on my way.'"
"I let Alice into the hotel room, and I say, 'Alice - Samantha, Samantha - Alice.' Samantha says, 'Hi Alice, nice to meet you.' They then go into the room to chat, and I overhear Samantha asking Alice something. Alice says, 'I think of him as a brother, and he thinks of me as a sister,' to which I nod to nothingness and continue packing and organizing the gifts for Rip as well as some articles of clothing around the room."
"After a while, they come out and help finish up the room, and we leave to go meet Rip. While in the car, he calls and asks where to meet up. I say the old ma and pa diner, and he says okay. We pull in first, and Rip comes in and sits down, and we order. I introduce Samantha and Alice as possible girlfriends and little sisters, and they both smile at that. Rip smiles a small smile and says hi, and then they go to another table to give us some privacy."
"I said we should order 2 Texas cattlemen burgers because they are supposed to be good, and that I at least wanted to try it once, and I thought Rip might like it. After some time, we eat, and then we start to speak."
"So, Rip, I have some gifts for you." He replies, "Oh really? What's this then?" I pull out the jewellery box and open it to show him. "He coughs in amazement, 'Oh wow, look at that. They look similar to mother's and ours.' 'I know, cool right? Keep these safe for me and hang Mother's new dream catcher on the gate of the meadow.'"
"He then nods and says, 'Of course.' 'I don't know when the next time I'll see everyone is. It'll be at least 10 years. I don't like taking vacation days in between missions; it messes with my head to switch so often.' Rip nods his head. I then ask, 'While I am gone, can you look out for Alice and Samantha? They don't need to be babied, but just to check up on them now and then.'"
"Rip responds with, 'Of course.' I then thank him again and say that it's okay if Samantha does go out with another guy; we're not in a committed relationship, and we will see where we go after all these years apart and where we still stand. And with Alice, just look after her; she is too nice for her good; she'll probably be good friends with Beth."
"I then go on to say, 'Rip, when I get back, I want to be an uncle.'
'What the fuck are you talking about, Chris?' 'I'm serious, Rip. Just talk with Beth about it.' Rip asks, 'What is that supposed to mean?' 'For God's sake, marry her, or at least make it official that you're dating.'"
"Rip's smile drops and he gets a hard look on his face but says nothing. I say, 'Is this about the marriage? No, it's... Oh shit, no way, Rip, I'm so fucking sorry, bro. It's alright; you can try again later. But if she still isn't ready, talk with her about it. Take her someplace and let her get her frustrations out, to tell someone, anyone, even if it's you. Hell, go to counselling; that will help. You probably need it; hell, I did. And I will now stop this line of the conversation because it's too sad.'"
"Rip just nods and says, 'I'll look into it all. Thanks, Chris.' 'I hope it helps even just a little.' 'Alright, now let's eat; this place has awesome burgers.'"
"After lunch and the chat, it was about time for me to go, and we all drove to the airport in Samantha's truck. I got out and gave everyone hugs goodbye."
When I get back to Texas, I report to base a day early and am immediately transported straight to Camp Lejeune, N.C. It's a forested area, and I am met with the commander who helped me out. He says, "Hello, Walker. Now, the reason you are here is to assist our special forces unit in building a training regime and to create a program for a new special operations unit."
As we settle in, many of the previous buddies who helped put the original training together join us. We then spend the rest of 2005 building up a training regime. In April of 2006, after all the planning, it was launched. We took people from everywhere and threw them into this hellish training. I also joined them to feel the experience and understand what the recruits were going through. At the end of every course or activity, I would write a review of what should be edited and how the recruits felt and responded to it.
At the end of the first MARSOC unit training, I came out and congratulated everyone who passed. Then, I got them to write a massive review of the training, including all they were taught. We would take this information and adapt and fine-tune the program until it became as effective as it could be. It's 2007, and we needed more data, so I signed up to go through the training again. The other trainers started calling me "Walker" again, saying the forest was helping me. Eleven months later, I did the same process and reviewed all I could, trying to fine-tune the course to be in the sweet spot. After this, it was 2008, and I did the training twice more. Now the program was solid, and the old commander wanted me out in the field, so I said right, let's go.
While I was training in MARSOC and reviewing it, I learned Russian and trained heavily in specialties like Jump & Dive, breaching, and clearing multiple different buildings, infrastructure, and scenarios. I decided to train more in information securing and fast-paced intelligence gathering. This included learning enhanced questioning, which I didn't like all too much because it could get too messy. However, if it was needed and I was sure the person had the information I needed, I would collect it.
During these 3 years of setting up, training, and teaching MARSOC Marines, it's now 2008, and I am being redeployed. I finally got a bunch of letters because I couldn't get them while I was in training, and upon catching up, I read through them all. This is the gist of what has happened in my 3-year absence:
Alice is fine and doing well. I replied with my well wishes and apologized I couldn't reply earlier, but only now allowed to read them.
Samantha got married and has a kid. She said that without any reply, she thought I didn't care or was just too busy. Maybe I didn't get them. She was sorry but had to keep moving on in life, and after 2 months of nothing, she fell pregnant and married the man. I wrote a letter in response but didn't get anything back. It was an apology and a hope that she is doing well.
Motega was injured in an IED while inside his Hummer but survived and was honourably discharged. He is now living in Yellowstone Native Reservation. My reply was heartfelt, and I told him to keep his head held high and go to therapy if he could. Also, to check up on Alice.
Rip sent a few updates over the years, saying that Beth and him were dating and that she is happier now. Alice helped a lot. I responded that I was happy for them.
It's 2009, and the last training session was completed. I told everyone that that was it for me, and I'm being redeployed. I saw this thing called Bitcoin was cheap, and I bought a lot of stupid shit for a laugh. I may have been stupid and added a zero by accident, so I bought $500 instead of $50 of this Bitcoin. I didn't know at the time, but that was a very good thing.
(Bro, if you bought $500 of Bitcoin in 2009, you would be worth $35.44 billion now. What the fuck? The price of Bitcoin in 2009 was $0.00099. You would sell in 2018 at $20k a pop, which is still $10 billion. The fuck?)
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