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"You're gonna have to do what you do best and sell him back that
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policy."
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I sighed. It was one thing to kill a man for love, for a woman - an
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android...whatever! - it was another to sell him an insurance
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policy right before.
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"Won't it look suspicious if he rewrites his insurance policy a few
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days before he dies?" I said, after a long pause on the phone. My
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voice was wavering more than I'd like to admit.
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"Suspicious, sure. But, things like that happen all the time."
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"I don't think they do, Honeysuckle."
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"Sure they do. You just gotta trust me."
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Her house was a palace. It was five stories tall, with the upper
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portions overhanging the lower ones by quite a bit. There were
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tall, thin columns buttressing the upper portions, making it seem
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like a fortress; a gigantic, weightless fortress. As I walked along
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the winding driveway, with the shadow of Jupiter making me
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near-invisible, I started to have the sense that this was all a bad
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idea. I caught the faint smell of marigolds in the air. It could
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only have been an illusion, there are no flowers on Europa.
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I felt like an idiot as I knocked on the gigantic wooden door,
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which looked like it was designed by a fan of 1920's Hollywood
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art-deco. All thick and laced with iron.
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After an eternity, and several more knocks, a short, stocky man
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opened it. I told him I was there to see Mr. Walsh. He asked me
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what it was regarding. I looked him over a bit. He seemed like a
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tough guy; narrow, beady eyes, thick arms, a bit slow. I told him I
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had better tell Mr. Walsh directly what it was regarding. He told
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me he was Mr. Walsh.
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I looked him over again. Then it clicked.
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"It's I need to see the /real/ Mr. Walsh", I said. His eyes
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narrowed even further.
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"Very well", he drawled, and let me in.
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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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0Cilix - 07-A Hitch /Cilix/07_a_hitch.txt
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0Cilix - 06-Straight Down The Line /Cilix/06_straight_down_the_line.txt
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{"username":"voidskull"},
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