[...] 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
[...] 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