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Translated by Wendy Cross

The wind was blowing in gusts, buffeting the car, which swerved dangerously towards the precipice. Down below, the waves broke with deafening noise on the rocks. It was magnificent but terrifying. I tried to calm my wife who was driving too fast for my liking."Slow down or we'll have an accident!"Her only response was a shrug of the shoulders and the rather bitter remark: "You can't talk about being careful! If you had been more careful yourself, none of this would have ever happened. Do you even realize that you've shot my poor grandmother?"Of course, I understood my wife was upset, but that

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