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           Nobodyelsewilltagthemforafight, andtheycan’ttaganybodyexceptanothertwitchingskinny,allbonesandrush, sincenobodyelsewillregistertofightthem. 

           Guyswatchingdon’tevenyellwhenguyslikeourmechanicgoateachother. 

           Allyouhearisthefightersbreathingthroughtheirteeth,handsslappingforahold, thewhistleandimpactwhenfistshammerandhammeronthinhollowribs,point-blankinaclinch. Youseetendonsandmuscleandveinsundertheskinoftheseguysjump. Theirskinshines,sweating,corded,andwetundertheonelight. 

           Ten,fifteenminutesdisappear. Theirsmell,theysweatandtheseguys’smell,itremindsyouoffriedchicken. 

           Twentyminutesoffightclubwillgoby. Finally,oneguywillgodown. 

           Afterafight,twodrugrecoveryguyswillhangtogetherfortherestofthenight, wastedandsmilingfromfightingsohard. 

           Sincefightclub,thismechanicguyisalwayshangingaroundthehouseonPaperStreet. Wantsmetohearthesonghewrote. Wantsmetoseethebirdhousehebuilt. Theguyshowedmeapictureofsomegirlandaskedmeifshewasprettyenoughtomarry. 

           SittinginthefrontseatoftheCorniche,theguysays, "DidyouseethiscakeImadeforyou?Imadethis." 

           It’snotmybirthday. "Someoilwasgettingbytherings,"themechanicguysays, "butIchangedtheoilandtheairfilter. Icheckedthevalvelashandthetiming. It’ssupposedtorain,tonight,soIchangedtheblades."