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           Geez,"Tylersays. 

           I’mpissinginmyblacktrouserswiththedriedbloodstainsmybosscan’tstomach. 

           You’reinarentedhouseonPaperStreet. 

           "Thismeanssomething,"Tylersays. 

           "Thisisasign,"Tylersays. Tylerisfullofusefulinformation. Cultureswithoutsoap,Tylersays,theyusedtheirurineandtheurineoftheirdogstowashtheirclothesandhairbecauseoftheuricacidandammonia. 

           There’sthesmellofvinegar,andthefireonyourhandattheendofthelongroadgoesout. 

           There’sthesmelloflyescaldingthebranchedshapeofyoursinuses,andthehospitalvomitsmellofpissandvinegar. 

           "Itwasrighttokillallthosepeople,"Tylersays. 

           ThebackofyourhandisswollenredandglossyasapairoflipsintheexactshapeofTyler’skiss. Scatteredaroundthekissarethecigaretteburnspotsofsomebodycrying. 

           "Openyoureyes,"Tylersays,andhisfaceisshiningwithtears. "Congratulations,"Tylersays. "You’reastepclosertohittingbottom. 

           "Youhavetosee,"Tylersays,"howthefirstsoapwasmadeofheroes." 

           Thinkabouttheanimalsusedinproducttesting.