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Somebody
yells
,
"
Four
minutes
.
"
The
mechanic
yells
,
"
Is
somebody
timing
this
?
"
Both
cops
have
climbed
up
into
the
front
of
the
bus
now
,
and
one
looks
at
his
watch
and
says
,
"
Just
a
sec
.
Wait
for
the
second
hand
to
get
up
to
the
twelve
.
"
The
cop
says
,
"
Nine
.
"
"
Eight
.
"
"
Seven
.
"
I
dive
for
the
open
window
.
My
stomach
hits
the
thin
metal
windowsill
,
and
behind
me
,
the
fight
club
mechanic
yells
,
"
Mr.
Durden
!
You
're
going
to
fuck
up
the
time
.
"
Hanging
half
out
the
window
,
I
claw
at
the
black
rubber
sidewalk
of
the
rear
tire
.
I
grab
the
wheelwell
trim
and
pull
.
Someone
grabs
my
feet
and
pulls
.
I
'm
yelling
at
the
little
tractor
in
the
distance
,
"
Hey
.
"
And
"
Hey
.
"
My
face
swelling
hot
and
full
of
blood
,
I
'm
hanging
upside
down
.
I
pull
myself
out
a
little
.
Hands
around
my
ankles
pull
me
back
in
.
My
tie
flops
in
my
face
.
My
belt
buckle
catches
on
the
windowsill
.
The
bees
and
the
flies
and
weeds
are
inches
from
in
front
of
my
face
,
and
I
'm
yelling
,
"
Hey
!
"
Hands
are
hooked
in
the
back
of
my
pants
,
tugging
me
in
,
hugging
my
pants
and
belt
down
over
my
ass
.
