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Hollywood
Mrs. June L. Hill
27/MAY/1964
But Fang had a good time. Everyone mistook him for a movie producer. Which wasn't really surprising with the puttees and riding crop. I must admit I got kind of fed up when he was surrounded by all these blondes, giving him drinks and passing him the dip.  I slapped him on the back, and that did it.  I mean how suave can you be scraping cream cheese off your monocle?