To anyone outside his special circle, the fate of a young Texan named James would have seemed as predictable as it was tragic. The Austin restaurant worker had developed the telltale red-and-purple lesions and had suffered night sweats, diarrhea and weight loss. Then came the inevitable coda; his doctor informed him that he had AIDS. In fact, his T-cell count was down from a normal range of 800 to 1,200 to a depressing 12.
But James, as he told his doctor, did not know what AIDS was. Nor did he know what HIV was, or for that matter a virus. He...
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