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    ”Look, look. How about we agree to disagree.” Even though it’s obvious that the other looked like him.

   ”Says me. You realize you’re also calling yourself a god awful salesman.” But there was a smirk to him saying this. Of course he was never a good salesman, never was really cut out for selling things in a retail setting. It was probably why he job hopped from place to place before shit hit the fan and that truck came to town. “Look do you need an example? I can do four flavors: Smoke, Neon, Video, and Concrete. Pick your poison.”

          “Agree to disagree, even though we both know I’m right.”

     Delsin raised a brow, smirking- alright, maybe he had a small point there. But, in all honesty, he wasn’t about to start bending his mind thinking about there being another, well, another him up and roaming around. “You do know you can’t really sell me to me, right? Considering I was already pretty sold with myself to begin with.”