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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about USA, Today, Waldenbooks with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Nobody Does It Better'
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Nobody Does It Better about HOUR, I've, Check with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States.
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conversations.value: Provide the first two paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Nobody Does It Better
  I know it was you who made the film everyone's so excited about at Cannes. What are you waiting for? Get your ass over here and collect your reward!
  You might think the lady doth protest too much, but I'm saying this for the last time: I have no f—ing clue what you're talking about! Enjoy Cannes.
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conversations.value: Jenny shrank away from him, her back pressed against Lloyd's chest. "Please don't be an idiot, Dan," she yawned dismissively. "And don't say anything to Dad. I'll deal with him on my own."
  Damian raised his eyebrows, Lloyd rolled his eyes, and Jenny kicked at the white sofa with her bare feet—as if they were all completely bored with Dan's little tirade. Across the room Monique was eating noodles right out of the serving dish with a pair of ivory-lacquered chopsticks. A girl in a white embroidered bolero jacket who looked a lot like Chloë Sevigny was braiding Monique's long, honey-colored hair while she ate.
  Dan shuffled down the white marble steps and out onto Bedford Street, unsure whether to laugh or to cry. It was kind of a relief knowing he'd never have to sing onstage again. He could go to college, be a normal kid, have a normal girlfriend, and a normal life.
  Blair remained in the bathroom, preparing for her entrance, leaving Vanessa to hang back near the kitchen like a shy thirteen-year-old while Serena answered the door. Vanessa felt like a total dweeb wearing Blair's supershiny lip gloss and the one pair of black stretch Levis she'd stopped wearing over a year ago because she'd decided they were too tight. In fact, she felt like a total dweeb, period. Aaron would probably be a complete snob who thought she was a fat, bald weirdo, just like Blair had always thought before she'd lost her mind and decided to move in with her.
  Serena was relieved to discover that she really was over him. "Oh, no. I'm just here to open the door."
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Her dark head broke the surface with a dramatic, noisy splash. The others stared, tittering from underneath the tent, but Blair paid them no mind. Floating on her back, she chanted a goofy little rhyme to cheer herself up.
  Turns out nearly everyone who used the Coateses' steam room or the pool or borrowed a towel from someone who used the steam room or the pool woke up with a disgusting, itchy, oozy, rash all over their face. The Origins spa people were sent home immediately and a serious dermo was called in for damage control. Curiously, our bathing beauty **B** had nary a mark on her face. Curiouser still, the rash looked exactly like the rash on a certain baby that **B** had exposed herself to, despite her family's efforts to keep the baby quarantined. Well, at least everyone had a good excuse for missing school on Friday! And with ninety-nine percent of the senior class in quarantine, Constance Billard had no choice but to give the seniors the entire week off.
  Shopping for white graduation dresses that pass the no-cleavage rule but don't make us look like fat bridesmaids.
  Shopping for escorts to graduation parties who won't get too drunk and throw up all over our gorgeous new dresses.
  Shopping for the perfect pair of white heels to wear with our graduation dresses. Not too high, though—we have to march into graduation in size order, and no one wants to be last.
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conversations.value: Her dark head broke the surface with a dramatic, noisy splash. The others stared, tittering from underneath the tent, but Blair paid them no mind. Floating on her back, she chanted a goofy little rhyme to cheer herself up. 
  Turns out nearly everyone who used the Coateses' steam room or the pool or borrowed a towel from someone who used the steam room or the pool woke up with a disgusting, itchy, oozy, rash all over their face. The Origins spa people were sent home immediately and a serious dermo was called in for damage control. Curiously, our bathing beauty **B** had nary a mark on her face. The dermo explained that she was probably immune but could be a carrier. Curiouser still, the rash looked exactly like the rash on a certain baby that **B** had exposed herself to, despite her family's efforts to keep the baby quarantined. Well, at least everyone had a good excuse for missing school on Friday! And with ninety-nine percent of the senior class in quarantine, Constance Billard had no choice but to give the seniors the entire week off. 
  Shopping for white graduation dresses that pass the no-cleavage rule but don't make us look like fat bridesmaids. 
  Shopping for escorts to graduation parties who won't get too drunk and throw up all over our gorgeous new dresses. 
  Shopping for the perfect pair of white heels to wear with our graduation dresses. Not too high, though—we have to march into graduation in size order, and no one wants to be last.