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My story isn't about Fauny Dartel, though it's got to do with her. It's about a man who didn't know who he was—at least, he said so—and couldn't tell you why he did it. We picked him up outside the Carlton Hotel, Fauny and me,three nights before "The Boys of Boulogne" went into the country, and "The Girls" from some other shop took their place.
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