PLEASE PLEASE COMMUNICATEYOUR MOTHER IN TOWN AT PLAZASAILING SOON WANTS TOSEE YOU DOESNT KNOW ADDRESS WHAT SHALL I TELL HER. Then Dad got to his feet and came forward, with his nap--119-kin in his hand, My dear, I shan't speak of your behavior now, to say nothing of the pain and mortification you have caused al of us. Late one night she went into the kitchenette to stick her head in the oven and tried to turn on the gas, She's sour as a pickle but a treas-ure, I tel you.
At first they thought that it had been an accident but when they picked up Eddy Spel man he had a bul et-hole through his temple. Maybe he'd run into somebody at Julius's. Get al the dope you can. in-182- office of Insp Gen of A.
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