Fight Club Monologue

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there’s no catch , not really. dante’s presence in his bed would be just that a PRESENCE , a heavy body dedicated to it’s own side of the bed. the offer is his way of saying he misses his company , as sporadic as it is. ❛ ‘s what i thought. you better shower whenever you wake up , too. you smell like shit. ❜ sweat mixed with sulfur. it makes his stomach twist into KNOTS. the odor is just a hair away from unbearable , but tyler’s tired enough to ignore it once he adjusts. eyes shamelessly linger as dante discards the soiled tank , dropping to pants then back to jutting collarbones. there isn’t a WOUND on him , let alone a bruise. typical. eyes roll at the bow , lip tilting up into a

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