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fight club - by adorasv - the pillow book

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When I was a kid I ran around shirtless and feral with these two brothers, Gavin and Regan, who swore and used the word “sexy” and had phones that belonged to them (in 2005 — they would’ve been maybe 10 and 7 years old). Regan and I fought under the shade of the giant brown maple with a yellow swing.

When I was a kid I ran around shirtless and feral with these two brothers, Gavin and Regan, who swore and used the word “sexy” and had phones that belonged to them (in 2005 — they would’ve been maybe 10 and 7 years old). Regan and I fought under the shade of the giant brown maple with a yellow swing. At summer philosophy camp when I was 14 I learned how to shoot a basketball from a lanky, sardonic Catholic boy who went to my high school. He told me that the WNBA was less fun to watch than the NBA because women just weren’t as good. I borrowed the book Fight Club from my curly-haired crush,…

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