I don't know yet, but I'm terrified that an accounting error on my part will make it impossible for me to take you to Greece any time soon. I owe Uncle Sam, I knew I would, but I have a sinking feeling that my accounting error is going to prove so costly that it will take me a year to dig out of the hole. I hate this part of working for myself. I really hate it.
So...I don't know, little brother. You may have to hang out here with me for longer than we thought. I'm sorry, man.
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