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“Corinne, everyone thought he was a legend, but Pepa Frank existed.”

Corinne, sitting peacefully on the co-pilot's side, looked at Peter without any trace of effusiveness. The van continued at good speed along the road on its way home.

“It's incredible, we have the only copy of Pepa Frank's diary.”

“How interesting,” said Corinne in her usual tone of boredom. “I can't wait to read it.”

The van was advancing at constant speed along that secondary road in the Left Zone, a very torrid place.

“Let's stop for lunch. I can't wait to read Pepa Frank's diary. I'll read it to you aloud.”

“For my sake, don't bother.”

“This dude is silly. One of the most important journalistic discoveries and look at her. As if we had found a pot of jam in bad shape.”

Peter stopped the van in a service area in that desert area which had not been passed by a single vehicle for a long time.

“It starts like this...” Peter began to read the newspaper aloud, ignoring Corinne's words.

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