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           Tylersaid, "Thinkofthisasearlyretirement,withpension." 

           Tylerhadhandledhundredsofprints. 

           Movieshadgonebacktothedistributor. Movieshadgonebackoutinre-release. Comedy.Drama.Musicals.Romance.Actionadventure. 

           SplicedwithTyler’ssingle-frameflashesofpornography. 

           Sodomy.Fellatio.Cunnilingus.Bondage. 

           Tylerhadnothingtolose. 

           Tylerwasthepawnoftheworld,everybody’strash. 

           ThisiswhatTylerrehearsedmetotellthemanagerofthePressmanHotel,too. 

           AtTyler’sotherjob,atthePressmanHotel,Tylersaidhewasnobody. Nobodycaredifhelivedordied,andthefeelingwasfuckingmutual. ThisiswhatTylertoldmetosayinthehotelmanager’sofficewithsecurityguardssittingoutsidethedoor. 

           TylerandIstayeduplateandtradedstoriesaftereverythingwasover. 

           Rightafterhe’dgonetotheprojectionistunion,TylerhadmegoandconfrontthemanagerofthePressmanHotel. 

           TylerandIwerelookingmoreandmorelikeidenticaltwins. Bothofushadpunched-outcheekbones,andourskinhadlostitsmemory, andforgotwheretoslidebacktoafterwewerehit. 

           Mybruiseswerefromfightclub, andTyler’sfacewaspunchedoutofshapebythepresidentoftheprojectionistunion.