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    Mas Despacio, Por Favor Holly and Spencer´s Latin American Foray to Save the Children and the Whales

    Quito- Mindo- Cuenca

    So were running, sprinting, down this street back to our hostal one night after dark and I took a step into what I thought was a dry area because it reflected no light like the puddles. It, however, was not a puddle but a section of the road that had slid away. Before I knew it I was hanging but both hands to the ledge and slowlly sliding into the raging river. Holly, giggling, didn´t realize the gravity of the situation until it was almost too late. Thankfully, she saved me in the knick of time

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    So were running, sprinting, down this street back to our hostal one night after dark and I took a step into what I thought was a dry area because it reflected no light like the puddles. It, however, was not a puddle but a section of the road that had slid away. Before I knew it I was hanging but both hands to the ledge and slowlly sliding into the raging river. Holly, giggling, didn´t realize the gravity of the situation until it was almost too late. Thankfully, she saved me in the knick of time


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