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reruns of that program twice on the Burlington TV channel and his daddy never
missed them; he would skip a party to stay home and watch "Secret Agent" or "The
Avengers" and Danny had always watched with him),
on the run from KGB agents in
the mountains of Switzerland. There had been avalanches in the area and the
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