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I’ve been shot before. And I’ve taken my share of beatings. I was even left for dead once. But I’d never been beaten, shot, and buried alive in the same day.
I found I didn’t much care for it.
I told the boss so and he told me to—
Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to tell you how I came to such a pass and why I ended up at Jean Harlow’s place the night Paul Bern died.
