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           Jumpovertheedge. 

           There’sMarla,andshe’sinthemiddleofeverythinganddoesn’tknowit. 

           Andshelovesyou. 

           ShelovesTyler. 

           Shedoesn’tknowthedifference. 

           Somebodyhastotellher.Getout.Getout.Getout. 

           Saveyourself.Youridetheelevatordowntothelobby,andthedoorman whoneverlikedyou,nowhesmilesatyouwiththreeteethknockedoutofhismouthandsays, "Goodevening,Mr.Durden.CanIgetyouacab?Areyoufeelingalright?Doyouwanttousethephone?" 

           YoucallMarlaattheRegentHotel. 

           TheclerkattheRegentsays, "Rightaway,Mr.Durden." 

           ThenMarlacomesontheline. 

           Thedoormanislisteningoveryourshoulder. TheclerkattheRegentisprobablylistening. Yousay,Marla,wehavetotalk. 

           Marlasays, "Youcansuckshit." 

           Shemightbeindanger,yousay. Shedeservestoknowwhat’sgoingon. Shehastomeetyou.Youhavetotalk. 

           "Where?" 

           Sheshouldgotothefirstplaceweevermet.Remember.Thinkback. 

           Thewhitehealingballoflight.Thepalaceofsevendoors. 

           "Gotit,"shesays."Icanbethereintwentyminutes." 

           Bethere. 

           Youhangup,andthedoormansays, "Icangetyouacab,Mr.Durden.Freeofchargetoanywhereyouwant."