Carol screwed up,
when she said, on about the 6th day, "Wow, you haven't left any blood in Mexico, this time." I have a history of injuries, obviously NONE of them my fault, south of the border. Anyway, within a few hours, I had sprained my ankle, and been bitten by a cat (my fault, for touching the tummy of a VERY pregnant kitty). If I die of 'Cat Scratch Fever', don't be surprised. Some things never change...
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