THE COLON
813: You know when I finally realized who else was with us? It was when Pepe started asking the guards to let him shit. Pepe was ill.
787: He had chronic diarrhea.
813: I heard you say, “let him go, he’s sick.”
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787: Then, after a while, Pepe, who evidently couldn’t take it anymore, said to us: “well, my friends, excuse me, but I will shit right here.”
813: Then the problem was that the guard couldn’t stand the smell. A few hours passed, and we made it to the barracks.