The swarthy Mexican Indian sat dolefully on one of the clinic's bright, white beds and wrinkled his nose at the strange odor of Lysol. Suddenly his eyes widened slightly. Bearing down on him, with a hypodermic in one hand and an alcohol swab in the other, was a blonde American girl. "Caramba" he muttered, "Me va a injector la hueral" The girl smiled politely, swiftly completed her job, then turned to a sobbing little Indian boy. "No tengas miedo" she promised. Then she pulled down his pants, gave him an injection in the backside and hurried on to another patient.
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