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^Doesn't completely hate Skylar anymore. The guy...he's changed...but he's also the same guy I once loved. We're semi-friends, semi-enemies. Love. Hate. Hate. Love.

Tomorrow at 1:51 pm, the Parker-Morris building has nine minutes until it goes down. I am Tyler Durden. I am Marla Swinger. I am ... I never give my real name out at these meetings. The first rule about...

I see you've been reading. Thinking. Learning. Analyzing. Growing up.
That's good. You had a lot of it to do.

Eight minutes.
Eleven hours.
I am getting up at Ten O'clock.
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan.
Chicken Friend.
James. Austin. Bee. Daniel. Matt. Randi. Alicia. Amber. Zon. Nathan. Shelby.
Emily. Kat. Claire. Devin. Seamus.


Of course there's a reason for it. DUR HUR HUR.

Chase. Michael Felts. Robert. Kaeli. Hailee. Rachel. Rachel. Rachelle. Sydney.
Joe (Rhombus Cat). Joe Stewart. Brandi. Haggard. BB. Skylar. Amber.
Aaron. Ben. Nicko. Karis. Casper. Fraser. Dewey. Liz. Leah. Nessa.
April. Amanda. Tiffany. Sheila. Shiella. Johnny. Cory. Kori. Mary-Beth.
Lynn. Amanda. Cory. Johnathan. Chuck. Joel. Kevyn. Liz. Courtney.
David. Flor. John. Dustin. Chad. Christa. Kassie. Cassie. Christina.
Christina. Miranda. Miranda. Liz. Margie. Espi. Aaron. Steven. Cody. Will.
(All other associated CCS-Attendees). Danielle. Graham. Amanda. Kati.
Kristen. Shannon. Linds. Dane. Travis. Tatiana. Danielle. Nicci. William.
Max. Grant. Ian. Mike. Donald. Rich. Spirit Girl. (All others that I've met at
Hume, and sadly, and I apologize, have forgotten your names.). Ben.
Summer. Janie. Anna. Kevin. Sara. Sara ( I mean two separate ones).
Lanelle. Erin. Johanna. Erin. Jackie. Jana. Jackie (Becky, maybe).


So many beloved, and wonderful, people belong on that list. Some people I hate belong there. Some people I love. Some people who...Hm. That list...it's just a list of the people that start to come to mind when I think of my life. The Fresno group is first, because I was going to be clever, and try and sort them, but no. It just is. Don't be offended. It means nothing to you. It is nothing.

It all is nothing.
I.
Have.
Hit.
Bottom.

Well....I...I want to be your lover. I want to be your man.
I want you to understand. And I...I wanna open your door.
And love you til you're sore.
That works for...
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!
...Yeah...

Four minutes.

Not to save the world...

...But until the Parker-Morris Building goes down, and soon, where we're standing, will just be a spot in the sky. Weird to think, huh?

Just pump me full of Stupidity and call me Human.
No! That's not for me. I ain't your little girl. I ain't your baby.
I looked down, and saw my shoe-it was untied.