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+
+"Very well", he drawled, and let me in.
+
+The interior of the house wasn't nearly as impressive as the
+exterior. There were boxes everywhere and lots of random pieces of
+furniture that didn't seem to match anything. Mr. Walsh Number 2 (I
+still don't know what I should call him. I wish people could be
+considerate enough to give their clones new names) led me through
+several half-empty rooms until we arrived at what looked like an
+entrance to a greenhouse. That's what it looked like and that's
+what it was.
+
+"Mr. Walsh is in there, tending to his Aspidistras", the guy told
+me, and then wandered off somewhere. He didn't seem to know where
+he was going or what he was supposed to do. They used to say that
+being a butler was something you had to be bred into. This guy
+seemed to prove that theory right. You can't just clone yourself
+and expect the clone to be a perfect housekeeper.
+
+I opened the door and went into the greenhouse. It was hot as hell.
+That smell of marigold filled my nostrils again. I guess it wasn't
+an illusion after all.
+
+Took me a while to find the real Mr. Walsh. He was hunched over
+some plants and he nearly died when I finally announced my
+presence. If only I had been so lucky. He started babbling about
+"who was I" and "what was I doing here" and calling the police. I
+told him the butler let me in and that the police in Cilix couldn't
+do much for him anyway. He was sweating profusely. So was I, come
+to think of it. Must have been the atmosphere. An artificial
+atmosphere within an artificial atmosphere. Seemed like overkill.
+
+I asked him if he'd like to go somewhere more comfortable. Told him
+I had a proposition for him. He didn't have much choice at that
+point, he led me out of the greenhouse and into some kind of lounge
+area with a pool table.
+
+Now that we were out of that jungle, I got a better look at him.
+He looked just like the clone alright, only fatter and older
+somehow.
+
+"Wait here a moment, Mr. - I didn't catch you name."
+
+"I didn't tell you my name. It's Jules". Naturally, I didn't give
+him my real name.
+
+"Wait here Mr. Jules, I'm just going to step out to fetch us some
+refreshments."
+
+Of course, I didn't see him again after that. The other one, Mr.
+Walsh The Second, eventually turned up and asked me to leave. I got
+my hat and gave him my pitch just before I went out the door.
+
+I told him I sold life insurance, and that if Mr. Walsh was
+interested in updating his policy to the latest, greatest standards
+that could be found in the Solar System, he should contact me at
+the Sunset Grand, a swanky hotel in the centre of Cilix. I didn't
+actually stay there, it was well beyond my budget, but it seemed
+like a good place for wooing a client. Mr. Walsh number two assured
+me that the message would be delivered and I went out.
+
+I wasn't sore that the sales pitch had gone so badly, only that she
+hadn't shown her face the whole time.
+
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+0Cilix - 09-Sales Pitch	/Cilix/09_sales_pitch.txt
 0LibreKrsnah - Day 14	/LibreKrsnah/014.txt
 0Cilix - 08-Palace	/Cilix/08_palace.txt
 0stygian - y	/stygian/instinctual_stuff.txt