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conversations.value: What is the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'Wednesday the Rabbi Got Wet'?
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conversations.value: Wednesday the Rabbi Got Wet
  The rabbi shook his head. "Was it some sort of high-way accident the last time he was here? Does it have something to do with Kestler?"
  Lanigan stared. "That's what he thinks? That's what he told you?" He smiled broadly. "He's putting you on."
  Lanigan sat back and let his visitor digest the information. "All right, mistakes happen," he went on. "But when I inquired around I found that a mistake like that was all but impossible. It's about as unlikely as a housewife making the mistake of using the salt for the sugar in baking a cake. And why couldn't she make a mistake like that? Because for all that the two look alike, they come in different type packages and they're kept in totally different type containers. That's the kind of mistake she wouldn't make even if she were blindfolded. All right, so if it's not a mistake, it must have been done on purpose. Or can you think of a third possibility?"
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conversations.value: What is two more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The rabbi nodded as he digested this information. "All right, then let's consider all possibilities."
  The chief grinned. "Go ahead, I'm in no hurry. It's you folks who seem to be dressed for the evening."
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs? End with the sentence '"'.
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conversations.value: From the other side, Lanigan pointed. "What's that? It looks like a pill." He reached over and picked it up. He wiped it clean of the dust and grime and held it up. "So it is," he said. "A little oval orange pill, just like those delivered to old Kestler. There was one missing from the bottle, and I guess this is it."
  The rebbe shrugged. "You know how it is with dreams. So I read for a while and then finally fell asleep again. When I awoke this morning, I felt fine. It was the sweating from the aspirins and the hot tea, I suppose."
  Rabbi Small grinned at the sour face of his questioner. "I do. More than half the time. The trouble is you don't come often enough."
  They were walking across the parking lot after the evening service. Although it was almost eight o'clock, the approach of evening offered little relief from the heat of the August day.
  Tizzik's features twisted into a sour smile. "I can understand why, too. I'm no expert, but it seemed to me he stumbled a couple of times. And he read so slow like it was the first time. Maybe that's why Kaplan stayed away. Didn't want to embarrass him."