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Sam Spade, it's up to me, Jim. Please, sweetheart.

What was that noise? Nothing. That was my teeth shattering.

Oh, is it cold now?

Out where I was, Epi, I've been swimming.

In the stepper? Oh, Sam, you caught a kill.

That's true, Epi. I caught a real Russian kill. They're not keeping San Francisco Bay as well.

He did as they might.

Today?

Hey.

Sam, you were swimming in the...

Where else, Epi?

Oh, Sam, you've been drinking.

Only Brian, Angel, and what kelp?

You, Sy could, Stevin.

Help!

Oh, it was a taxing experience, Epi.

A lesser man couldn't have come through it.

Lay out some dry clothes for me.

Mix me a hot grog, get out your pencil, it lights under water,

and prepare to take down a narrative of international and free,

an espionage, which we will call...

Let's see, the 2-5-1-2-3-5-6-7-9, paper.

What?

Or, the Russian's number is up.

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That's fair.

Here I am, Sam.

I'm going to call the janitor to see if he could turn on some all-heat.

So you say, oh, you're not so very well.

Well, I had a dry martini on the way over.

Dr. Ames called you a few hours ago.

Dr. Oscar Ames.

Did he? That was nice.

He was worried about you.

I wonder now if you've been found yet.

He said, you should be on a ferry boat,

and he just happened to have a cup of coffee, and when he came back...

Yes, sir, if he is.

Well, can't keep the FBI waiting.

The FBI?

Oh, well.

She don't think I was playing around with kid dumbass, paper.

No, no, no, Sam. I need to be gone.

I'll take it down, then.

This one, your uncle Sam was working for his uncle Sam.

They fill it in.

Two federal bureau investigation, Washington, DC.

Care of J. Edgar.

I don't know. That'll be too much.

Well, why not?

From Samuel's page.

License number 137596.

Sergeant Boris Targomensky.

How do you sell that, Dan?

Targomensky, K-A-I-G.

Don't worry, Mark. I mean Boris.

Oh, I should have known.

B-O-I-S.

Dear, sir.

Last night, I let my secretary off at 5.30,

so that she could go and do some Christmas shopping.

Although I've told her repeatedly

that all I want this year is money.

The fine was rolling in off the bay, and it was bitter cold.

If they came out onto the street, pulling my overcoat color up around my ear.

Seemed like the night for spaghetti.

A wonderful spaghetti dinner and some pleasant Italian hospitality down at Mama Pieces' restaurant.

On the Embarcadero opposite the ferry building.

So, that's where I went.

But Mama Pieces had more than hospitality on her mind when she met me at the door.

Hey.

Oh, I'm so glad to find you.

I'm just calling your office.

Oh, what's the trouble, Mama?

Someone's been stealing my audio.

Please. It's in my cousin's phone.

They tried to kill him.

Oh, what happened, Mama?

Come on, Sam.

Yeah, it was a hard day for me to tell you.

It's not fair, it's so good, but you can talk to her.

Are you going to see her?

You led me to the back of the restaurant

where the family generally sits.

Her daughter is Angelina and Patti were there with plates of food in front of them.

But they weren't eating any of them.

I was staring in awe at the man who sat next to him.

He was small to start with, but he was even smaller

on his chair miserably.

Staring, unseeing, and to a glass of wine.

On the table in front of him was a battered old concertina.

The top of his head was waved in a clean, new bandage.

She found Sam.

Oh, Sam.

This is about causing funny color to you.

Funny.

My good friend, Mr. Spade.

Hello, Tony.

Hello.

Go on, Tony.

You tell us, Sam, what's happened on you?

Damn, huh?

You got the event at the same time.

Yeah.

Don't forget.

Tonight you're going to be mangled.

Who do you like to be?

Well, I don't care, mama.

What's that on your plate, Angelina?

You're going to eat that?

Well, pass it over.

Wait, not warm that.

That's what I always say.

Now, what happened on you, Tony?

Well, I'm on the boat, you see.

Yeah, on what boat?

The ferry boat.

How can the ferry boat?

Don't you never hear of my music on the boat?

You play the concertina on the ferry ride.

Sure.

My novel.

Tonight on the 6 o'clock of boats.

Oh, boy.

Tonight on the 6 o'clock of boats.

What?

I'm going to play in the side, the first,

by the side in which you play.

From everybody say, oh, boy, it's going to be good.

You play good.

You play some more.

At 10 o'clock, you hear five o'clock,

two quarters or even.

Then I go up the stairs.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy.

And?

Then I go out on the deck.

It's a very misty fog.

Give back a tendency.

Nothing.

Now, I'm very happy.

I feel like I play some more.

So I'm going to walk away back.

I'm going to open and down at the deck.

I'm going to make a move.

Then all of a sudden, I hear somebody,

say something to me.

I can't see nobody.

But I hear him.

Why do you think he said to me?

What?

What?

Cospador.

Cospador?

As a boy?

Cospador.

Wow.

So I must head back to him.

Cospador.

I feel kind of seen nobody.

Then I hear him.

He said, is that you play bodies?

So I get mad.

I said, no, I'm not a poor boy.

I'm not a child.

Cospador.

But I'm not a poor boy.

That's a poor and a stuff.

I see.

Then I'm sorry I said that because of this,

I thought he sounds like he's a poor man.

So I'm just going to say, look, mister.

Oh, boy.

What?

What?

I told him.

I get a head on the head.

The smash and the button.

I fall down.

I'm a breathing.

It's up on my concert.

And my head's going to be the horn on the top.

I let it on a big yellow, then in a blackout.

Oh, boy.

People are coming running around in a good lock.

There's a doctor on the board that can be down the stairs

and hits me.

Otherwise, I'm a diet for sure.

Well, what did it feel like?

What did he hit you with?

Well, it feels like a baseball bats.

My dad says, oh, look, he hits the doctor now.

Just to come in.

Hey, doctor.

I looked in my direction when Tony called

and I stood over to the table.

A big six foot tree blonde guy in the Joel McRae

Gary Cooper tradition.

Yeah, I don't like him right away.

No bedside man out of this, doctor,

although he could have had as much of it as he liked.

He was all business and no kidding.

I thought I told you to go to bed and stay there.

Well, doctor, I just want to have a concussion, Tony.

I'll be back here in an hour, and then we'll take the next round.

My name is Sam Spade, doctor.

I'm a friend of the family.

Oh, Amy.

Dr. Oscar, Amy, hi.

Dr. Serez, can I go to the family?

No, thanks, Mama.

Smells wonderful, but I haven't had time.

Oh, I've got coffee, maybe.

Sure.

You want to make a time with us today?

Yeah.

Go on, now, Tony.

Go lie down.

I'll be back and we'll check you over.

Get some rest in the meantime.

All right.

All right, for my ducts and ends, I don't know.

X-ray is a whole thing.

I don't know how I'm going to pay you.

Never mind that.

That's why we charge our knob of hill patients

to the lexas, so we're able to do something like this

once in a while.

This will be on me, Tony.

You'll go to the kind of man that doctor.

I don't know what to say.

You go on a light on, Tony.

You're embarrassing the doctor.

All right, all right.

Scory thing, this one isn't a doctor.

Sure is.

Let's go coffee.

Oh, thanks, Mama.

Yeah, sure is.

Homicidal maniac looks like Mr. Spade.

Spade?

Sam?

Are you going to take me?

Yeah, I try.

Well, I know about you.

You did something for a colleague of mine.

Murphy?

Dr. Raoul Murphy?

Murphy.

Yeah, I did a job in my summer.

Yeah, he gave you a great send off.

He said, what is all this tonight down here?

Detectives?

Police?

Police?

How do you mean it?

Well, I think they were police.

Five or six plain clothes, guys.

They were waiting here on this side

when the ferry pulled into slip.

They're still there holding the boat.

I just left them.

And what were they doing?

Talked to all the passengers.

They came off.

Ask us for identification.

Hey, what do you think about Tony's little experience?

Getting knocked down the head.

Oh, they were mighty interested, naturally.

Especially when I told him how I thought the wound had

been inflicted.

Which was?

Gun butt?

Gun butt, eh?

Oh, yeah.

I'd say so.

I'd know as I saw enough of those in the war.

The Russians used to club prisoners over the head

that way to save ammunition.

And then fling the guys into the river.

Oh, hey, I've got to go.

I think they'd really ride again.

What the point?

Yeah, I've got a patient over in Oakland

and to come back over here to pick up some serum

pulling the nurse and she met me just out here.

Well, thanks for seeing you, Sam.

I'll tell her what she's saying, Tony.

Hey, wait a minute, Doc.

I've got nothing to do.

I'll ride over with you.

A little air won't do this dinner any harm.

We crossed the street, went into the ferry building.

Everything was normal enough for the main waiting room

where I stopped the vice cigarette in a pocket flashlight.

But outside on the dock where the Oakland boat was waiting

to take off, there were a number of extra characters

whom you wouldn't think would have chosen a dismal chili

night like this for waterfront lounging.

There wasn't anybody I knew, and in any gathering

of playing clothes in a local variety,

I generally spot one or two familiar faces.

Dr. Ames and I got a board followed by three of these gentlemen.

A broadest one that was built for endurance,

exchanged pleasantries with us as the boat moved out

into the war.

Hello, Dr. Ames.

I see you didn't miss the boat, like they always say.

No.

Oh, you're one of the colors I talked to you before.

I mean, landed.

Yeah, that's right.

I don't think I got your name.

Connolly.

Connolly business is safe.

Yeah.

Would that be Lieutenant Connolly or Sergeant Navy?

That's Connolly.

No special title.

How's the little fella doing back then?

Hello, Chief.

Connolly?

He's under care.

Hey.

Talk anymore.

Say anything interesting.

I didn't talk to him.

Did you say to him?

I did.

Oh.

Really?

Really.

What do you have to say?

Well, you see, I'm an old friend of his family.

What he told me was incompetent.

I really have to know a little more about who I'm telling his secret.

Who?

I say.

Spags your name, or I say?

There it is.

Nice to meet you.

You're studying.

You're studying?

It means nothing to you.

Hey, Mike.

That's right.

Gene sounds like another word.

Somebody might think he said custard.

That's very funny.

Hey.

Are you going to stay out here on deck?

We haven't made up our mind.

Is that okay?

I'll go inside.

Have a little coffee at the snack bar.

It's comfortable.

Right, so before you know it.

I'd hear it's foggy, wet, and miserable.

Yeah.

Well, I'm going in.

I'll see you later.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Well, maybe he's right.

Although I might say he's not my favorite man in the world.

It is strictly the most of the weather out here on deck.

So we go in?

Not just yet for me, Doctor.

Yeah, I think I'll stretch my legs a little.

That, tell me.

Where was it that Tony got caught?

On the upper deck, I know, but which side?

Uh, he was turned around now.

Uh, sabote.

That's the box directly above where we're standing.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

Don't point, Doctor.

Our friend Connolly and his boys are on their way out to see us.

Uh, no, they went back in.

Do you think there's mysterious as they think?

Oh, definitely.

That.

You know what made him turn back just now?

Decider wasn't necessary to check whether we were still here?

No, why?

They can't make us out out here.

It's too dark.

But they can say too lighted, cigarette.

San Spade detected.

Mm-hmm.

Look, even in the name of the moon here,

you want to get up there and look around my journey.

Why, don't you?

I do.

Well, in the hand me your cigarette.

Now I'll smoke them both.

You're at a park, and we'll both be here.

Step you.

I'll go in, then be masterful, flinting, Doctor.

Go ahead, I'll be here.

So I tried the slippery stairs for the upper deck.

The fog was as wet as rain.

I couldn't see any more than inches ahead of me with my flashlight.

Finally I stopped about a midship and looked down over the rail.

Ames and his two cigarettes, tiny red dots of light,

they grew brighter every now and then they cut that.

I'm almost directly beneath me,

so I knew I was just about right.

A sudden noise that on my head made me shoot my light up further.

It came from a piece of canvas,

but it suddenly ripped loose,

but canvas that covered the top of a light post.

I got up there somehow and pushed for carry

of layholding out a two steel supports with one arm.

The piece of canvas had been ripped open with a knife,

a hole large enough for a man's body to get through.

And that's what was in there,

it's sold in the bottom of the lifeboat,

a man's body.

He'd been stabbed in the neck.

This was the man who had plugged his home in,

or so it seemed like the gun was still clenched

in his right hand, barrel reversed.

There's nothing in his pocket,

it's just a handkerchief and two dollars in change.

But my flash caught a set of something white from one of his shoes.

It was a bit of paper with two pipe-witten line pipes.

I let myself down to the deck,

rub the circulation back into my arm,

or I'd been holding on,

and prepare to read the note.

And that's when my flashlight went dead.

I wrote about cursing him for not checking our batteries

until I found a paint,

roasted, whimmer, and white overhead,

all over the edge of the ship,

on the outside of the rail.

I climbed over,

studied myself against lurging,

and read a couple of matches.

It said,

international postcard shot,

seriously,

SF,

reading card for boards.

I took a bit of paper in my pocket

and signed a fine back over the rail.

And then something came out of me from the flash.

I caught me full in the center of the board.

And if I sagged him again,

like a blot, I would.

I was the top of my head,

and made it burn with sudden fire.

90 points of like glitter in the black,

came rushing toward me and grew larger,

and I felt clashing over the side.

They tell you a lot about what you remember

when you're going down for the third time.

You know what I remember?

I remember that Gustav Ying

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I find myself mechanically keeping up close somehow

and trying to get out of my overtakes.

My eyes burn,

I felt heavy and lost,

if I swallowed gallons of water.

My head began to clear a little,

but with returning consciousness,

came increased pain pretty bad, too.

From out of a nifty blanket,

from every direction,

and a dozen different keys,

from near-and-fog horn sounded.

I knew that by now,

the colonists swept me out of the path

of the Oakland Ferries.

The water was chilling,

and I turned over and began swimming,

just fine enough to keep the blood circulated.

A light of a food came out of sight suddenly,

and I flew back my head and yelled.

But the horn's crying,

it's warning,

so I may out of the mode went on,

and the fog's frozen behind.

And then I found myself,

full of a strange and wonderful weariness.

A water wasn't cold anymore.

I was warm,

but a comfortable, soothing numbness.

And I knew what to do.

I'd swim until I didn't hear the noise of the horns anymore,

and then in the quiet of the friendly fog,

go to sleep.

So I began to doles,

and then some light came out of my eyes,

and I wanted to stay in the dark,

and I turned over,

and I turned my face down,

into the embrace of the water.

And then I,

I wasn't for you to expect at all.

I was lying on a baggage truck that was moving.

People were climbing around,

walking beside the clustering area.

The guy in uniform wheeling me,

notice I had my eyes open.

Wow, hello!

Hello!

Welcome back to the United States.

Hello, what part of the United States?

Just landing in Saffolito.

They still will take you over in a hospital.

How long before this boat gets back to San Francisco?

Side away.

Hello?

Hey, I'm going with...

Hey, wait!

Are you waiting to know condition?

Thanks, I'll be okay.

Half an hour later,

shivering and shaking in my wet clothes,

keeping my mouth clamped tight

for my teeth,

wouldn't sound like a dice game.

I climbed into a taxi at the ferry building,

and went to my apartment.

There I swell up half a pile of whiskey,

and rub myself with a coarse towel

and put my skin with sore.

Then I looked in the pocket of the soggy suit

I'd hung up the drive.

The sill air.

A piece of paper from a dead man's shoe.

Damn, what legible.

International postcard shop.

Gary Street.

SF.

Reading card for Boris.

I got up to put on a dry suit

and then changed my mind.

Put the wet one back on.

Good evening.

Are you the proprietor here?

Yeah, sounds like that.

Six years at the same location.

Oh, sure.

My cooking is really nice.

You really got a dosing, yes, I did.

Nice collection of postcards from all, right?

South America every place.

Yes, yes, I fight myself on having

the most complete possible selection.

What's there something you have especially in mind?

Yes, there was.

Oh, I'm looking for a greeting card for Boris.

What's the matter?

Didn't you hear me?

Yes.

Didn't you understand?

Well, well, what?

It's a reason that I didn't expect somebody like you.

What did you expect?

Somebody slinkin' around in a false moustache

wearing dark glasses and an Inverness cape?

No, I...

You know, you know, with your type of thinking

you may not be the right man for this job, Gus Beijing.

No, no, no.

Please, Mr. Yoboff, I thought you were dead.

You ground.

Yeah, I told you that.

You were low.

Yeah, well, I didn't drown.

I jumped in the water when I heard him coming.

You can see how wet I still am.

Yes, yes, of course.

So you were scared.

Easily.

An uptalk handed over.

A greeting card for Boris.

Very well.

Let's see.

Let's...

San Francisco, of course.

He turned and reached down under the counter.

My slipped my hand under my armpit

and held my 38 ready

in case he came up with something similar.

But only brought forth was a box marked special.

And this extracted something and handed it to me.

I took it with a knowing expression on my face,

but I didn't know if I'm nothing

or what it meant.

All it was was an ordinary postcard.

That's all a picture postcard showing the golden gate bridge.

Underneath it, the caption,

wonder cities of the world, number 25,

one, two, three, five, six, seven, nine,

San Francisco.

Nothing else.

I was afraid my mouth was open.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Don't you know how to read the name?

It's so difficult to call.

Did he?

It certainly I know how I was just admiring no work at all.

Oh.

It is actually, isn't it?

Look, you better go now.

You've been here for nothing all the time.

We didn't know.

Of course we don't.

I'll go this way.

This way.

I'm sorry to have been overly cautious.

There is no such thing as over caution.

Thank you.

You were so...

were you seeing like an American?

So are you.

I showed out out of the street,

touching my postcard,

but I shoved it inside my sleeve a moment later

because who I saw standing under the mystic glimmer

of a streetlight waiting for me

had he set mysterious friends from the furry boat?

Connolly.

I turned my head around and glanced down the other

into the block behind me.

Two other guys were there showing up.

They advanced slowly toward me with their hands raised,

palms out,

and if they were showing me they weren't carrying guns.

I reached my hand inside for mine all the same.

But I never got to use it.

Because Connolly rushed me from the other side.

I caught him on the chair and he went down.

Rattering into an ash can.

The other two boys grabbed me and held my arms behind me.

Connolly got up rubbing his face

and I waited to get murdered.

But no.

All right, Joe Lewis.

Bring it along.

And so they did.

We didn't go far though just around the corner

to a little hamburger place.

I had a sign in the door saying clothes,

although there were lights inside.

Connolly knocked on the door

and a fellow with an apron came and opened this

and locked it after us.

Connolly gave my nod and we sat down at a table

while he brought us coffee.

Say we've checked on you.

You're saying to be okay.

You're standing good with the department, friend.

This department.

Huh?

That'd be I.

Oh, oh.

And maybe it can help.

I don't even want you going around making a noise

and messing it up for us.

So here it is.

I'm all ears.

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Do you ever hear of a man called Boris Kaga Minsky?

No.

Well, not many people have.

Even in Russia.

Boris Kaga Minsky is the top Soviet agent of America.

He's the head man.

He organizes and runs everything for them here.

I see.

Now he came to this country seven years ago

and vanished.

They've been trying to find him ever since.

Paul's passport, of course.

I didn't help.

There's nothing anywhere on Kaga Minsky.

No pictures.

Not even in Russia.

No fingerprints.

Nothing.

Every lead we had dead end.

And then we got word last week.

Go ahead, drink it.

Oh, I'm too interested.

We got word last week for another region.

An unimportant little guy named Louis-Barr was on his way

to San Francisco.

And he would definitely have to contact the big gun.

Something to do with a Chinese war business.

There's only Kaga Minsky's been out to handle.

Well, our man tailed you, Bob, all the way out here.

And then he lost him.

The Oakland ferry.

Well, it didn't bother us very much.

He called us and we were waiting on his end.

But in Paul's the ferry and no you, Bob.

Blue-Barr was a dead man on the light boat.

Right.

He must have been up there waiting to be contacted.

And then he heard Tony and his concertina thought this might be it.

And then when he realized he'd made a mistake and uncovered himself,

he can't Tony on the head.

Right.

And his Soviet contact got scared of investigations

on the boat following Tony's hero and cry and stab Blue-Barr.

So now we're back where we started.

Every passenger on that ferry was okay.

What's that you're looking at?

Picture post-carned.

On a message on Blue-Barr.

About the international postcard shop on a greeting print.

Hey.

Hey, you're greeting for Boris.

Boris Kaga Minsky.

Let me see that.

My bulldozer was by guy in a shop.

And he had it.

Looks like nothing's just a picture.

But he said he.

He said I could read the name.

Guinea.

Golden-grade.

Oh, these numbers.

Wonder cities of the world.

Number 251235679.

Hey, wait a minute.

But let's put up a guy's name, Boris.

B-O-R-I-S.

Leave a space.

K-A-R-G-A-M-E-N-S-K-Y.

Now put numbers.

Oh, wait a minute.

The top number is nine.

Yeah.

Oh, I put 12345 over Boris and then start again.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Yeah.

Oh, I put 12345 over Boris and then start again.

One, two, three, up to nine over Cardamanski.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

So, now close card.

Two, five.

One, two, three, five, six, seven, nine.

Okay, what's two?

Two, two, three.

Oh, five.

S.

Oh, yes.

Now, Cardamanski.

One.

K.

Two, three.

A-R.

O-S-K-A-R.

Wow.

Oh, I guess we know the rest of it.

Five, six, seven, nine.

A-M-E-S.

Correct?

Correct.

Oscar Ains.

Dr. Oscar Ains.

Hm.

But I was just thinking he was worried about me catching pneumonia.

I called Mama Pizza and from what she said, we knew where to go.

We picked them up at the emergency hospital.

We were just finishing the operation on Tony's head.

We watched them through the glass and the other young doctor standing alongside us

that he was one of the greatest surgeons they'd ever seen.

When he unrolled his gloves and took off his operating mask, he looked up and saw me alive.

And the other boys with me, his scalp tightened for just a second and then he smiled.

But when he reached into his bag that we rushed him before he could get the little red bottle to his lips.

Period and the report.

Oh, thanks.

A five star.

Yes, it was.

Everything.

I'll show you something.

It's all in the water.

It's the serious people and a coldness.

You're about to catch your weight, Angel.

Sam.

Huh?

What is it like not to want to be an American?

Not to want to live the way we do in America.

I can't imagine, sweetheart.

I can't.

Sam.

About that plane.

Hello.

Do you think that, um, I mean, when you described him off, do you think you made him sound too sympathetic?

Oh, I described him as he was at all.

But when I think it, uh, well, you know, he was attractive.

Well, you missed the whole point, didn't you?

Spies don't go around wearing monocles and talking with heavy accents and acting like spines.

That's a good one.

It's the attractive, lovable, trustworthy strangers that are dangerous.

Now, if you've met Dr. Ainson a party somewhere, you'd be out with him in a nightclub right now,

cooling over his rink and giving him the plans for the Brooklyn Navy yard.

Sometimes I can't.

I can't know, Sam.

I don't even know where Brooklyn is.

Lucky for our side.

You don't hate me, do you say?

Oh.

Oh.

What does that answer your question?

Completely.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night, Troy.

The adventures of Sam Spade are produced, edited and directed by William Spear.

Sam Spade was played by Stephen Dunn.

Lorraine Tunnel is Effie.

Script for tonight's adventure by William Spear, musical scoring by Ludgluskin conducted by Robert Ambrister.

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Just keep your dial tuned to NBC later as Archie the Manager and his delightful friends cook up another mad and merry fashion at that remarkable restaurant Duffy Savern.

This Sunday the big show comes your way on NBC again and hour and a half of the best in comedy music and drama.

With guest Bob Hope, Martin and Lewis, Roslyn Russell, Frankie Lane and unpredictable Tallula as MC.

Go ahead, tell them about the thing.

Oh yes, Sam Spade and Effie asked me to remind you about the thing.

The thing for kids for Christmas.

You know the thing can be anything you think an underprivileged child would like for Christmas.

In your town there are civic groups who are cooperating with this thing for kids' campaigns.

Send your new or used toys to the collection centers in your town and help make some child Christmas brighter.

It'll make you happier too.

Thank you.

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