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There was a last minute tiff. He had been getting short of temper this last-week. But he kept his behavior, and he resented my nonchalance of circumstantial attitude. There was a ten dollar tax, which I thought he was to pay above the selling price, of one-hundred dollars. A give-away really, but not if-impossible. He said the tax was included in the selling price. I had the waiver in-hand. I could walk-away with the power to-sell the scooter to someone else for nothing more than to-win my argument. An actual memory-specific; It was immediate. A train conductor's ticket-punch, "All Aboard", of my new safe-pass. It was not multiple-question, only-one is right. It was straight either-or. Who am I here ? He in-his-insistence, could lose the scooter after all that work. He had a singular way of thinking, and was East-Block cynical, but didn't understand the rational of the spaceman.

What kind of a guy am I here ? Leave the guy, after all the work he did - unpaid. He counts on my not. What else has he got ? There seemed to-be a wire-mesh between us. He was inflexible. "He did the work. He gets the benefit of-the-doubt. He will not bend." I knew that. Klaatu or Tom - who should I be on bended-me ? I am a gentleman and all-round nice-guy ? I am the rich-guy here. I don't need a scooter, to travel to Polarization in the freeze-war. How many disagreements had I had with these guys, over the last few-years ? I've had it. Give-it to-him. Done and over. Move-on. I am out of here. I am a spaceman. History is changed. ""Red-rover, red-rover, send anyone said-over."

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