-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чак Паланик
-
- Бойцовский клуб
-
- Стр. 15/232
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Bob
,
"
I
say
,
"
you
're
crushing
me
.
"
I
try
to
whisper
,
then
I
do
n't
.
"
Bob
.
"
I
try
to
keep
my
voice
down
,
then
I
'm
yelling
.
"
Bob
,
I
have
to
go
to
the
can
.
"
A
mirror
hangs
over
the
sink
in
the
bathroom
.
If
the
pattern
holds
,
I
'll
see
Marla
Singer
at
Above
and
Beyond
,
the
parasitic
brain
dysfunction
group
.
Marla
will
be
there
.
Of
course
,
Marla
will
be
there
,
and
what
I
'll
do
is
sit
next
to
her
.
And
after
the
introductions
and
the
guided
meditation
,
the
seven
doors
of
the
palace
,
the
white
healing
ball
of
light
,
after
we
open
our
chakras
,
when
it
comes
time
to
hug
,
I
'll
grab
the
little
bitch
.
Her
arms
squeezed
tight
against
her
sides
,
and
my
lips
pressed
against
her
ear
,
I
'll
say
,
Marla
,
you
big
fake
,
you
get
out
.
This
is
the
one
real
thing
in
my
life
,
and
you
're
wrecking
it
.
You
big
tourist
.
The
next
time
we
meet
,
I
'll
say
,
Marla
,
I
ca
n't
sleep
with
you
here
.
I
need
this
.
Get
out
.
You
wake
up
at
Air
Harbor
International
.
Every
takeoff
and
landing
,
when
the
plane
banked
too
much
to
one
side
,
I
prayed
for
a
crash
.
That
moment
cures
my
insomnia
with
narcolepsy
when
we
might
die
helpless
and
packed
human
tobacco
in
the
fuselage
.
This
is
how
I
met
Tyler
Durden
.
You
wake
up
at
O'Hare
.
