She was on her way to England.
At last she would have the life she had always dreamed of.
Suddenly she felt ill - sick, sweating, head swimming, blurred vision.
"Are you alright madam?" asked the stewardess.
"Why do they do it?" wondered the coroner.
"Being a mule for the drug barons is just too dangerous!"
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