A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.
If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
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