Miguel couldn't believe he had lost the medallion. He had attached it to a string around his neck to ensure it would stay with him as he tried out various bodies. He had taken a real risk by stealing a few random garments from the laundromat, and he guessed that he was fortunate to have found clothes that belonged to a big-breasted beauty queen as opposed to an elderly woman or overweight gal, but he was still sad that without the Medallion of Zulu, he would never see his old body ever again.
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