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Now I have to leave you dear diary.

I am in a safe place and the clowns will take care of us. Here I have many things to do.

Signed: Pepa Frank.

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A chubby tear rolled down Peter's cheek. That was something unbecoming of a male with hair on his chest. He clarified his voice and tried to hide the best he could.

“It’s hot Corinne, isn’t it? Don't you think that this incredible story of survival and courage so authentic made me cry? It's this terrible heat. An emotional account of the first days of salvation. What did you think?”

“ZZZzzzz...” For every answer, a little grunt came out of Corinne's throat. Her posture seemed to indicate a deep trance in the country of Morpheus, neck slightly tilted, temple leaning against the window. She seemed really asleep.

“Corinne?” A new drop of sweat fell on Peter's temple.

“Well, at least she hasn't seen me cry.”

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