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Please
do
n't
hit
me
,
again
.
I
slip
back
to
the
floor
and
crawl
my
blood
across
the
carpet
.
The
first
word
I
'm
going
to
say
is
please
.
So
I
keep
my
lips
shut
.
The
monster
drags
itself
across
the
lovely
bouquets
and
garlands
of
the
Oriental
carpet
.
The
blood
falls
out
of
my
nose
and
slides
down
the
back
of
my
throat
and
into
my
mouth
,
hot
.
The
monster
crawls
across
the
carpet
,
hot
and
picking
up
the
lint
and
dust
sticking
to
the
blood
on
its
claws
.
And
it
crawls
close
enough
to
grab
the
manager
of
the
Pressman
Hotel
around
his
pinstriped
ankle
and
say
it
.
Please
.
Say
it
.
Please
comes
out
in
a
bubble
of
blood
.
Say
it
.
Please
.
And
the
bubble
pops
blood
all
over
.
And
this
is
how
Tyler
was
free
to
start
a
fight
club
every
night
of
the
week
.
After
this
there
were
seven
fight
clubs
,
and
after
that
there
were
fifteen
fight
clubs
,
and
after
that
,
there
were
twenty-three
fight
clubs
,
and
Tyler
wanted
more
.
There
was
always
money
coming
in
.
Please
,
I
ask
the
manager
of
the
Pressman
Hotel
,
give
me
the
money
.
And
I
giggle
,
again
.
