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I feel like at the end of Fight Club where the narrator and Marla are holding hands staring out the window watching the financial institutions explode and crumble all that destruction not gazing through the glass but staring at our reflections
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
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I feel like at the end of Fight Club where the narrator and Marla are holding hands staring out the window watching the financial institutions explode and crumble all that destruction not gazing through the glass but staring at our reflections
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Skreezus
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
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