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"
One
fight
at
a
time
.
"
I
have
n't
slept
in
three
days
unless
I
'm
sleeping
now
.
My
boss
shakes
the
paper
under
my
nose
.
What
about
it
,
he
says
.
Is
this
some
little
game
I
'm
playing
on
company
time
?
I
'm
paid
for
my
full
attention
,
not
to
waste
time
with
little
war
games
.
And
I
'm
not
paid
to
abuse
the
copy
machines
.
What
about
it
?
He
shakes
the
paper
under
my
nose
.
What
do
I
think
,
he
asks
,
what
should
he
do
with
an
employee
who
spends
company
time
in
some
little
fantasy
world
.
If
I
was
in
his
shoes
,
what
would
I
do
?
What
would
I
do
?
The
hole
in
my
cheek
,
the
blue-black
swelling
around
my
eyes
,
and
the
swollen
red
scar
of
Tyler
's
kiss
on
the
back
of
my
hand
,
a
copy
of
a
copy
of
a
copy
.
Speculation
.
Why
does
Tyler
want
ten
copies
of
the
fight
club
rules
?
Hindu
cow
.
What
I
would
do
,
I
say
,
is
I
'd
be
very
careful
who
I
talked
to
about
this
paper
.
I
say
,
it
sounds
like
some
dangerous
psychotic
killer
wrote
this
,
and
this
buttoned-down
schizophrenic
could
probably
go
over
the
edge
at
any
moment
in
the
working
day
and
stalk
from
office
to
office
with
an
Armalite
AR-180
carbine
gas-operated
semiautomatic
.
