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           Isay,butwhataboutMarla? 

           "Marlalovesyou." 

           Marlalovesyou. 

           "Marladoesn’tknowthedifferencebetweenyouandme. Yougaveherafakenamethenightyoumet. Younevergaveyourrealnameatasupportgroup,youinauthenticshit. SinceIsavedherlife,MarlathinksyournameisTylerDurden." 

           So,nowthatIknowaboutTyler,willhejustdisappear? 

           "No,"Tylersays,stillholdingmyhand, "Iwouldn’tbehereinthefirstplaceifyoudidn’twantme. I’llstilllivemylifewhileyou’reasleep,butifyoufuckwithme, ifyouchainyourselftothebedatnightortakebigdosesofsleepingpills, thenwe’llbeenemies.AndI’llgetyouforit." 

           Oh,thisisbullshit.Thisisadream.Tylerisaprojection. He’sadisassociativepersonalitydisorder.Apsychogenicfuguestate. TylerDurdenismyhallucination. 

           "Fuckthatshit,"Tylersays. "Maybeyou’remyschizophrenichallucination." 

           Iwasherefirst. 

           Tylersays, "Yeah,yeah,yeah,welllet’sjustseewho’sherelast." 

           Thisisn’treal.Thisisadream,andI’llwakeup. 

           "Thenwakeup." 

           Andthenthetelephone’sringing,andTyler’sgone. 

           Suniscomingthroughthecurtains. 

           It’smy7A.M.wake-upcall,andwhenIpickupthereceiver,thefineisdead