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           Swedishfurniture. 

           Cleverart. 

           Itookavacation.Ifellasleeponthebeach,andwhenIwokeuptherewasTylerDurden,nakedandsweating, grittywithsand,hishairwetandstringy,hanginginhisface. 

           Tylerwaspullingdriftwoodlogsoutofthesurfanddraggingthemupthebeach. 

           WhatTylerhadcreatedwastheshadowofagianthand,andTylerwassittinginthepalmofaperfectionhe’dmadehimself. 

           Andamomentwasthemostyoucouldeverexpectfromperfection. 

           MaybeIneverreallywokeuponthatbeach. 

           MaybeallthisstartedwhenIpeedontheBlarneystone. 

           WhenIfallasleep,Idon’treallysleep. 

           AtothertablesinthePlanetDenny’s,Icountone,two,three,four,fiveguys withblackcheekbonesorfolded-downnosessmilingatme. 

           "No,"Marlasays,"youdon’tsleep." 

           TylerDurdenisaseparatepersonalityI’vecreated,andnowhe’sthreateningtotakeovermyreallife. 

           "JustEkeTonyPerkins’motherinPsycho,"Marlasays. "Thisissocool.Everybodyhastheirlittlequirks. Onetime,Idatedaguywhocouldn’tgetenoughbodypiercings." 

           Mypointbeing,Isay,IfallasleepandTylerisrunningoffwithmybodyandpunched-outfacetocommitsomecrime. Thenextmorning,Iwakeupbonetiredandbeatup,andI’msureIhaven’tsleptatall.