[...] When we finally reached the city I call, “The Place I’m Stuck”, and my ointment had run out, I waved good riddance to Pepé and rubbed the scar on my side, feeling warmly reminiscent of the kidney I lost in Guatemala
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Suffering in the Rear
[…] While still providing little padding and sure to be a source of humiliation in future recall as well as cause for difficulty in sitting and especially horseback riding, at least none of my more vital organs would be violated and will continue blissfully pumping blood and oxygen to other parts I cherish most.
