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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Alliances'
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conversations.value: Alliances
  I softened my voice. "Yes, that you are, but you're not allowed to jeopardize all our lives. This is deathly dangerous, and someone as untrained as you will die first, and don't delude yourself. We will meet some of these beasts, and they won't be interested in your feelings. Stay here."
  Rene let out an anguished sob but dropped the hand holding the gun. Ylkurt stepped forward, took the gun from him, and pulled him against his chest. He had guts; I gave him that. I held my breath, but Rene was either past caring or he reacted on a purely emotional level. From my own experience, I knew that a Nadisc chest was a very comfortable place to seek solace.
  I sighed and sat down on top of a box. This mission had started out totally wrong. Normally I wasn't one to latch onto the negative side, but this... this mission had me on edge.
  After I gave Ylkurt a curt nod, he strode away, with one hand wrapped tightly around Rene's left wrist. The kid looked horrible, and my heart clenched in sympathy. Even if we survived and got out of this alive, he'd have a hard time accepting his fate.
  Tom slid onto the box next to me, his weight almost causing it to flip over. He steadied us in time, and I interlaced our hands when he pulled my head against his shoulder.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Alliances
  I softened my voice. "Yes, that you are, but you're not allowed to jeopardize all our lives. This is deathly dangerous, and someone as untrained as you will die first, and don't delude yourself. We will meet some of these beasts, and they won't be interested in your feelings. Stay here."
  Rene let out an anguished sob but dropped the hand holding the gun. Ylkurt stepped forward, took the gun from him, and pulled him against his chest. He had guts; I gave him that. I held my breath, but Rene was either past caring or he reacted on a purely emotional level. From my own experience, I knew that a Nadisc chest was a very comfortable place to seek solace.
  I sighed and sat down on top of a box. This mission had started out totally wrong. Normally I wasn't one to latch onto the negative side, but this... this mission had me on edge.
  After I gave Ylkurt a curt nod, he strode away, with one hand wrapped tightly around Rene's left wrist. The kid looked horrible, and my heart clenched in sympathy. Even if we survived and got out of this alive, he'd have a hard time accepting his fate.
  Tom slid onto the box next to me, his weight almost causing it to flip over.
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conversations.value: four more paragraphs
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conversations.value: I sprinted toward it, trusting Tom to follow me. When we reached the tumbled remains of the door, Tom's hand closed around my upper arm. I yelped as searing pain shot through it. Why did he have to clutch my injured arm? After all, I did have two.
  Wood splintered to our south. Another elgoth appeared, a dead body of inexplicable origin dangling from its snout. I jerked my thumbs in the direction of the second elgoth and said, "I think I prefer getting trapped and dying of starvation rather than becoming a snack for one of those."
  WE TUMBLED into what must've been a corridor intersection before it collapsed. The elgoth shoved its nose into the hole, widening it. Spittle flew from its snout, and Tom and I scrambled backward, tearing our hands open on the concrete rubble on the ground.
  After dashing around a corner, finding our footing and hurrying along, the elgoths' noises became muted. We stopped, bracing our hands on our knees—mine were shaking so badly they knocked together—and heaved.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Not all werewolf societies are created equal'.
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conversations.value: Not all werewolf societies are created equal. The one Tim Evans grew up in detests those not of "pure blood"—so when Tim discovers his mate is Jay, a male fox-wolf hybrid ten years his junior, it shocks him, to say the least. Too young to claim his mate and too weak to protect him from the rest of the pack, Tim fears for Jay's life. When a human gets hold of Jay, Tim believes he has lost him forever.
  The next eighteen years are hell. Tim devotes his life to his family and running their stable, but anger and depression threaten to consume him. Then fate brings Jay back into his life. Tim knows Jay feels the same attraction he does—mates always do. So why won't Jay act on it?
  When wolf shifter Robin agreed to cover for his older brother Tim and Tim's lover Jay, he never imagined feeling so stifled. Tim's overprotective attitude suffocates him. Pressure from within—the urge to find his own mate—mounts daily. With a little help from Jay, Robin finally convinces Tim to let him go for a run alone, but he has no inkling that his life will change forever as a result.
  Unexpectedly, he finds his mate Peter Brannigan, an old and special soul, and the one shifter who can bring balance to Robin's life. The new couple spend days together, developing their bond as mates. Yet even as they explore and cement their relationship, crisis looms just ahead when an old enemy of the pack shows up and kills someone Robin loves.