"nicaraguans" - 1 õppematerjal

The 4-Hour Body - An Uncommon Guide to Rapid Fat-Loss, Incredible Sex, and Becoming Superhuman - Timothy Ferriss

I moved to a restaurant near to my gate to check on things. Something was wrong. Sitting in the darkest corner I could nd, I pulled up the side of my shirt and surveyed the damage. The sensor wasn't working. "Motherf*cker," I muttered as I winced and slowly pulled it out of my abdomen. I held up the two metal prongs I'd inserted under my skin the night before and looked at them from all angles like a diamond. No visible problem. Perhaps the metal detectors screwed it up. The Nicaraguans at the closest table had stopped eating and were all staring at me with mouths agape. "No pasa nada. Soy diabético." Nothing's wrong. I'm a diabetic. That was the easiest explanation I could o er, even though I wasn't a diabetic. They nodded and went back to explanation I could o er, even though I wasn't a diabetic. They nodded and went back to eating. I ordered co ee and pulled out a notebook. Despite this minor glitch, I already had some fantastic data.