Durden's Office, Monday

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Tyler kept running his fingers down one cheekbone today, feeling the contours of a new yellow-purple bruise there. The language barrier made it hard to be certain whether he had found Fight Club or just some enthusiastic amateur boxers in France, but the results were the same.

His office door was open, though he wasn't sure how he felt about pretending to be a role model today.

[OOC: Slowplay = love and cheesecake.]