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Charlotte SometimesThursday, June 27, 2002. More Tales of Amoebic Dyssentery. The next day as I passed his site, there he was flat on his back on the concrete slab, moaning and whining and thrashing and begging to die - "las Turistas" had reduced this menacing powerhouse of a pirate to a pathetic hulk - he must have dropped to 285 overnight. He was now at the stage where he didn't have enough strength to crawl to the loo anymore. He screamed in my ear as he attempted to French kiss me. "THANK YOU! YA SAVED MY LIFE! So, inc...
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