Oliver Benjamin
“Where is your toilet?”
“In my house, my friend. Far away!”
“Son of a whore!” he cursed and ran out into the plaza. There was
only one place convenient enough. He rushed past the chipper young
Mexicans slurping their Yogaccinosand charged headfirst into the
men’s room.
He emerged disappointed. Everything had come out except for
the parasite. Suddenly the idea that there was a terrific slimy creature
hiding out in his intestines panicked him. He hurried back to the
herb shop, but before he could reach it, the gutting pain came back
with multiplied vengeance. He collapsed in the middle of the street.
“I am a doctor,” a man announced, and after a moment declared,
“Aha. His appendix, I believe it has burst.”
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