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           ButI’mTylerDurden.Iinventedfightclub.Fightclubismine. Iwrotethoserules.Noneofyouwouldbehereifitwasn’tforme. AndIsayitstopshere! 

           "Preparetoevictthememberinthree,two,one." 

           Thecircleofmencollapsesinontopofme,andtwohundredhandsclamparoundeveryinchofmyarmsandlegs andI’mliftedspreadeagletowardthelight. 

           Preparetoevacuatesoulinfive,infour,three,two,one. 

           AndI’mpassedoverhead,handtohand,crowdsurfingtowardthedoor.I’mfloating.I’mflying. 

           I’myelling,fightclubismine.ProjectMayhemwasmyidea. Youcan’tthrowmeout.I’mincontrolhere.Gohome. 

           Thevoiceofthechapterleaderyells, "Registeredfightnumberone,pleasetakethecenterofthefloor.Now!" 

           I’mnotleaving.I’mnotgivingup.Icanbeatthis.I’mincontrolhere. 

           "Evictfightclubmember,now!" 

           Evacuatesoul,now. 

           AndIflyslowlyoutthedoorandintothenightwiththestarsoverheadandthecoldair,andIsettletotheparkinglotconcrete. Allthehandsretreat,andadoorshutsbehindme,andaboltsnapsitlocked. Inahundredcities,fightclubgoesonwithoutme.