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           Rightbehindusisalwaysaspacemonkeytrailingustopickupthetwistofbalm orrueormintMarlacrushesundermynose. Adroppedcigarettebutt. Thespacemonkeyrakesthepathbehindhimtoeraseoureverbeingthere. 

           Andonenightinanuptownsquarepark,anothergroupofmenflouredgasolinearoundeverytree andfromtreetotreeandsetaperfectlittleforestfire. Itwasinthenewspaper,howtownhousewindowsacrossthestreetfromthefiremelted, andparkedcarsfartedandsettledonmeltedflattires. 

           Tyler’srentedhouseonPaperStreetisalivingthingwetontheinsidefromsomanypeoplesweatingandbreathing. Somanypeoplearemovinginside,thehousemoves. 

           AnothernightthatTylerdidn’tcomehome,someonewasdrillingbankmachines andpaytelephonesandthenscrewinglubefittingsintothedrilledholes andusingagreaseguntopumpthebankmachines andpaytelephonesfullofaxlegreaseorvanillapudding. 

           AndTylerwasneverathome, butafteramonthafewofthespacemonkeyshadTyler’skissburnedintothebackoftheirhand. Thenthosespacemonkeysweregone,too,andnewoneswereonthefrontporchtoreplacethem. 

           Andeveryday,theteamsofmencameandwentindifferentcars. Youneversawthesamecartwice. Oneevening,IhearMarlaonthefrontporch,tellingaspacemonkey, "I’mheretoseeTyler.TylerDurdenHeliveshere.I’mhisfriend." 

           Thespacemonkeysays, "I’msorry,butyou’retoo...,"andhepauses, "you’retooyoungtotrainhere."