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