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And
why
does
Tyler
need
ten
copies
of
the
fight
club
rules
?
What
I
do
n't
have
to
say
is
I
know
about
the
leather
interiors
that
cause
birth
defects
.
I
know
about
the
counterfeit
brake
linings
that
looked
good
enough
to
pass
the
purchasing
agent
,
but
fail
after
two
thousand
miles
.
I
know
about
the
air-conditioning
rheostat
that
gets
so
hot
it
sets
fire
to
the
maps
in
your
glove
compartment
.
I
know
how
many
people
burn
alive
because
of
fuel-injector
flashback
.
I
've
seen
people
's
legs
cut
off
at
the
knee
when
turbochargers
start
exploding
and
send
their
vanes
through
the
firewall
and
into
the
passenger
compartment
.
I
've
been
out
in
the
field
and
seen
the
burned-up
cars
and
seen
the
reports
where
CAUSE
OF
FAILURE
is
recorded
as
"
unknown
.
"
No
,
I
say
,
the
paper
's
not
mine
.
I
take
the
paper
between
two
fingers
and
jerk
it
out
of
his
hand
.
The
edge
must
slice
his
thumb
because
his
hand
flies
to
his
mouth
,
and
he
's
sucking
hard
,
eyes
wide
open
.
I
crumble
the
paper
into
a
ball
and
toss
it
into
the
trash
can
next
to
my
desk
.
Maybe
,
I
say
,
you
should
n't
be
bringing
me
every
little
piece
of
trash
you
pick
up
.
Sunday
night
,
I
go
to
Remaining
Men
Together
and
the
basement
of
Trinity
Episcopal
is
almost
empty
.
Just
Big
Bob
,
and
I
come
dragging
in
with
every
muscle
bruised
inside
and
out
,
but
my
heart
's
still
racing
and
my
thoughts
are
a
tornado
in
my
head
.
This
is
insomnia
.
All
night
,
your
thoughts
are
on
the
air
.
All
night
long
,
you
're
thinking
:
Am
I
asleep
?
Have
I
slept
?
Insult
to
injury
,
Big
Bob
's
arms
come
out
of
his
T-shirt
sleeves
quilted
with
muscle
and
so
hard
they
shine
.
Big
Bob
smiles
,
he
's
so
happy
to
see
me
.
He
thought
I
was
dead
.
Yeah
,
I
say
,
me
too
.
