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Well, I mean, it seemed obvious to me. There's not really so much to it--I just sat there in our apartment, scrolling through the four-hour, five-hour videos. And when it gets to the parts with the trades, I turn the video down to 0.75 speed, sometimes even 0.5. I think it only took me two days...maybe three... I don't really remember.
I think my brother was the only one who I told while I was doing it. He was busy with his own things--we just sat there in the apartment, and I was just writing things down in the spreadsheet the whole time.
It was definitely exciting, the idea that the big and famous Dream was just a faker all along. And it was clear from the start that there was something weird with his data... and I admit that I kept hoping that the data wouldn't just--how do you say--even out. When we were done we looked over it and it was 15% when it should have been 5%. I was so excited. But I was never a math person, I never knew what the chances were, you know?
When I was done I asked myself something like Should I doublecheck all this? But I was just so tired of it. I posted the tweet only 30 minutes or so after I was done. I know it was October 16th, 2020, but I didn't know what day of the week it was. That was just how my life was back then. [Silent.]
And I remember, when I posted the tweet, I wrote it like "Did you know..." and I didn't want to accuse too much, because I knew what would happen... you know, if it turned into something big and everyone knew I was the person who started it all.