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I
know
why
Tyler
had
occurred
.
Tyler
loved
Marla
.
From
the
first
night
I
met
her
,
Tyler
or
some
part
of
me
had
needed
a
way
to
be
with
Marla
.
Not
that
any
of
this
matters
.
Not
now
.
But
all
the
details
are
coming
back
to
me
as
I
walk
through
the
night
to
the
closest
fight
club
.
There
's
a
fight
club
in
the
basement
of
the
Armory
Bar
on
Saturday
nights
.
You
can
probably
find
it
on
the
list
Patrick
Madden
was
compiling
,
poor
dead
Patrick
Madden
.
Tonight
,
I
go
to
the
Armory
Bar
and
the
crowds
part
zipper
style
when
I
walk
in
.
To
everybody
there
,
I
am
Tyler
Durden
the
Great
and
Powerful
.
God
and
father
.
All
around
me
I
hear
,
"
Good
evening
,
sir
.
"
"
Welcome
to
fight
club
,
sir
.
"
"
Thank
you
for
joining
us
,
sir
.
"
Me
,
my
monster
face
just
starting
to
heal
.
The
hole
in
my
face
smiling
through
my
cheek
.
A
frown
on
my
real
mouth
.
Because
I
'm
Tyler
Durden
,
and
you
can
kiss
my
ass
,
I
register
to
fight
every
guy
in
the
club
that
night
.
Fifty
fights
.
One
fight
at
a
time
.
No
shoes
.
No
shirts
.
The
fights
go
on
as
long
as
they
have
to
.
