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ages, it seemed. Ate
in Tours at restu-
rants. Fergie & I and
then the [others?]. Two
typical soldiers went
to dinner with us in
a cafe —- had already
got drunk on some
whiskey that Lance
had, and the wine
at [dinner?] [?] [?]
off. One big hulk
had to quit and
go out sick after
hors d'oeuvres. The
petit one was happy-
drunk and we had to pull
him (literally) from the
femimes deplaisires.
Fergie and I were in dan-
ger of guard house for
going for [repes?] in