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patreon.greatdetectives.net. Well, now it is time for this week's adventure with Sam Spade.

The original air date, August 28, 1949, and the title is the prodigal daughter-caper.

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Sam Spade Detective Agency?

Me, sweetheart. Oh, Sam, you must be telepathy. I was just thinking of you. You know, sometimes I think I can tell what you're thinking.

Absolute vision of my privacy. Oh, when two people are as close as you and I, I think that often you can almost read one another's mind.

Well, you may be right. I can see what you're doing all the way from here. What?

Those payback clips back when you're fine. Oh, exactly same. Oh, not that.

You purly and pencils obscured when the race is perfect stationary.

Filps stands for your personal use. I don't want to write to mother when there's nothing else to do around the office.

Sam Spade's making uniform calls and charging them to me. You've tapped a penny cash throw at the lunch money.

And you've been filling your pen with company eight.

I did think you'd mind, Sam. I'll pay it all back.

But I have a big heart and bond with compassion. Say we are, sweetheart. I'll be down on my unlimited generosity.

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