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- From: tomf@gte.com (Tom Fawcett)
- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Subject: 100 words
- Message-ID: <TOMF.92Nov7143441@harvey.gte.com>
- Date: 7 Nov 92 19:34:41 GMT
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- He came to our guesthouse six weeks ago, tanned, fit, healthy.
- Since then he had profoundly deteriorated. Pale drawn skin, sallow
- complexion. Thinner hair even? Hard to remember, his emaciated
- appearance so permanent now.
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- Some days he wouldn't come back until late at night. He said he spent
- his days at the Aquarium, in Harvard Square, at the Arboretum, walking
- around the North End. Six weeks doing this? We were suspicious but
- he paid in cash, always on time. We didn't pry.
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- One evening my wife and I were drinking wine on the porch when he
- returned. We invited him to join us, and eventually alcohol and
- curiosity got the better of me. With a conspiratorial grin I asked him
- what a Southern boy was doing way up north. He whispered short
- answers in his light Virginia accent, his voice having diminished with
- the rest of him.
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- Drugs? He smiled, no, nothing illegal.
- Getting over a divorce? No.
- Cancer? AIDS? No, I'm not ill.
-
- Something medical, must be. Look at yourself. Something's draining you.
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- "Blood," he replied.
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- What, a blood disease? Leukemia?
-
- "No. Very rare blood."
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- Rare? You're donating blood?
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- He looked at me with pale green eyes. "Selling. A working vacation.
- Business with pleasure."
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