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My Name Is Poirot, Hercule Poirot
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Complete, First published Dec 01, 2020
Agatha Christie Finds Poirot, A Detective Man, Starting From Death On The Nile Till Poirot's Funeral in 1975. In 1967, characters, Spouses	Of Agatha Christie Began To Die.
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