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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about HIV/AIDS, Donta, Having with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The End of the Rainbow'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The End of the Rainbow about Attic, Dollanganger, Christophers with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author novels have been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic , first in the renowned Dollanganger series, which includes Petals on the Wind , If There Be Thorns , Seeds of Yesterday , and Garden of Shadows. The family saga continues with Christophers Diary: Secrets of Foxworth , Christophers Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger , and Secret Brother , and will continue with Beneath the Attic next fall as part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. There are now more than seventy the author novels, which have sold over 106 million copies worldwide and have been translated into twenty-five foreign languages. Join the conversation about the world of the author at Facebook.com/OfficialVCthe author.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: com/OfficialVCthe author. The family saga continues with Christophers Diary: Secrets of Foxworth , Christophers Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger , and Secret Brother , and will continue with Beneath the Attic next fall as part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. There are now more than seventy the author novels, which have sold over 106 million copies worldwide and have been translated into twenty-five foreign languages. Join the conversation about the world of the author at Facebook.the author novels have been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic , first in the renowned Dollanganger series, which includes Petals on the Wind , If There Be Thorns , Seeds of Yesterday , and Garden of Shadows.
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The End of the Rainbow about Best, Author, Staten with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Mythology & Folk Tales.. End with the sentence 'com/'.
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conversations.value: the author - awarded 2012's Best Author on Staten Island - writes about vampyres, mutants, witches, merfolk, werebeasts, deities, courtesans, criminals, and pop stars... sometimes all in the same novel. For more information, go to http://www.ktpinto.com/
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The End of the Rainbow
  There was light applause, most of it coming from the parents and relatives who had accompanied the students to the school. Afterward, a lunch was held and we were all introduced to members of the faculty. My piano teacher, Professor Littleton, had returned, which made me happy. He was a very pleasant man with light gray hair, bushy eyebrows and rosy cheeks. He had the warmest eyes and great patience with students, always making us believe we could do better. He made us believe it was in us to reach a little further.
  For a while I thought I wasn't going to have a roommate. A girl named Sarah Burnside from Richmond, Kentucky, was assigned to be my roommate, but somehow she had missed the opening program and lunch. While I was unpacking and organizing my things hours later, I heard a loud bang just outside my door and froze for a moment. I was alone. Mommy and Daddy were long gone so they could be home by dinner. Mommy hated prolonged goodbyes anyway, and Daddy thought it was best to just do what had to be done and go before a single tear could escape a single eye. He nearly succeeded, but Mommy was flicking them off her face like flies at our parting.
  The door jerked open and a short—maybe four foot ten—girl with light brown curly hair nearly fell into the room over her large suitcase and her trombone case. She wore a bright, flower print one-piece dress that looked like it could double for a tent, a pair of blue sandals and no socks, along with a turquoise shell necklace that nearly reached her waist and one matching shell earring on her right ear. She wore white lipstick that looked like candle wax, and she had a splatter of freckles running down from each temple. Otherwise, her face was sweet and soft with very small, dainty features in perfect proportion, and her very prettily shaped brown eyes were the color of fresh walnut shells.
  Sarah lifted her suitcase with two hands. It was almost as big as she was. I jumped to help her and we put it on her bed. Then she brought in her trombone and closed the door.
  She unlocked her suitcase. Everything in it had simply been thrown in with very little organization: her toiletries were packed right alongside her undergarments, her blouses, skirts and socks, shoes and sneakers. None of those clothes were folded, but she had carefully packed her jeans.
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conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Harley and I thanked him. When Anna returned, she gave me a paper to sign and then gave me back my card.
  W hen we turned down the street his real father lived on, I could feel how nervous Harley was. His body stiffened to stone. We pulled up in front of the odd-looking house and for a few moments just idled there, gazing at it.
  The house was located at the end of the street on a cul de sac it didn't share with any other home. A tall chainlink fence marked the boundaries on either side. The fence didn't look like it belonged a thousand yards near such a home, much less a few hundred. It was the sort of fence found in an industrial area, not a residential one.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Harley drove up in a late-model car. He looked prosperous, successful and so grown up and established, I almost didn't recognize him. I was down at the lake, sitting in a beach chair, reading. Mommy had gone in with Mrs. Geary and Daddy was at his office.
  The sky was partly cloudy and there was a very nice breeze. It was one of those especially pleasant days I had learned to value deeply. I heard Harley's car, but I didn't know it was he. He stopped in front of my house and got out. He waved and I realized who it was and waved back. Then he walked down to me and we hugged hello. He was dressed in a sports jacket and slacks, but he sat on the grass and looked out at the lake.
  My heart seemed to lift as if it had been sleeping in my bosom, waiting to be nudged for real, to be touched for real.
  I thought the breeze had died, the world had stopped turning, all the clouds had frozen against the blue sky. I know I was holding my breath.
  He took my hand and put the ring on my finger and we kissed. Then we stood up, neither of us able to speak. We would go into the house to tell my parents. Uncle Roy surely already knew.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Harley drove up in a late-model car. He looked prosperous, successful and so grown up and established, I almost didn't recognize him. I was down at the lake, sitting in a beach chair, reading. Mommy had gone in with Mrs. Geary and Daddy was at his office.
  The sky was partly cloudy and there was a very nice breeze. It was one of those especially pleasant days I had learned to value deeply. I heard Harley's car, but I didn't know it was he. He stopped in front of my house and got out. He waved and I realized who it was and waved back. Then he walked down to me and we hugged hello. He was dressed in a sports jacket and slacks, but he sat on the grass and looked out at the lake.
  My heart seemed to lift as if it had been sleeping in my bosom, waiting to be nudged for real, to be touched for real.
  I thought the breeze had died, the world had stopped turning, all the clouds had frozen against the blue sky. I know I was holding my breath.
  He took my hand and put the ring on my finger and we kissed. Then we stood up, neither of us able to speak. We would go into the house to tell my parents.