Slide. Every evening, I died... and every evening, I was born again. Resurrected. Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed, too. Being there... pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation. And she ruined everything. This is cancer, right? This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear my blood parasites group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bimonthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculosis Friday night. Marla, the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie, and suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry. So once again, I couldn't sleep.

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Fight Club (1999)

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Slide. Every evening, I died... and every evening, I was born again. Resurrected. Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed, too. Being there... pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation. And she ruined everything. This is cancer, right? This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear my blood parasites group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bimonthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculosis Friday night. Marla, the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie, and suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry. So once again, I couldn't sleep.