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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about loner with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Loners'
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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about loner? End with the sentence '\nTo help him, Glory stole a weapon from the unit's arsenal and handed it to Bluchin, so the fact that he has lost his own weapon will not be known.'.
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conversations.value: The Loners (2009 film): Bluchin, a fighter of IDF's Golani Brigade, receives a notice that he is accepted for officers training.\nHe goes out to celebrate this notice with his friend Glory.\nThe two soldiers are new immigrants of Russian origin, with no relatives in Israel.\nSome time later, two men are arrested, charged and convicted of selling weapons to Hamas, which were used to carry an attack in Hadera, which killed five civilians.\nThe two fighters, who are perceived as traitors do not want to lose their honor as fighters in IDF, and request a retrial.\nBut the military system is not interested with these desires, and decides to release them from the army and transfer them to a civil prison, to continue serving their sentences.\nThis causes them to take over a cell block, take as hostages three of the prison's personal and requests a retrial.\nDuring these events, they confide in one of the prison staff, a woman soldier named Ilanit, that Bluchin did not sell any weapons, but had forgotten his personal weapon at whore that he visited when they celebrate.\nTo help him, Glory stole a weapon from the unit's arsenal and handed it to Bluchin, so the fact that he has lost his own weapon will not be known.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for the book?
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conversations.value: The Loners
  Will grabbed a shard of glass off the steps and thrust it in front of him like a knife. He pointed it at David. David stared at the shard.
  Desperate anger contorted Will's face. Blood dripped from his tight grip on the shard. His breath sputtered like he was about to cry. Three Varsity guys ran into the room from the first-floor hallway. David and Will ran up the stairs but stopped halfway when the other two gang members appeared at the top of the flight. Will swung his glass shard wildly at them. The Varsity guys closed in on them from both sides, taking one slow step at a time.
  A hissing-popping sound rang out. David took his eyes off the Varsity guys. Sparks flew from a central metal plate at the school's front entrance. A molten red line was being cut through the steel in the shape of a doorway. When the sizzling red line met the floor, the metal cutout toppled inward, sending dust whooshing up in a filthy cloud. Outside, it was dark. It must have been night.
  The Varsity guys forgot about David and Will entirely when twenty soldiers, armed with machine guns and wearing black haz-mat suits, hustled into the foyer. With military efficiency, they secured the entrance in a semicircle formation, guns ready to fire at any sudden movement. Their faces were shielded by the tinted lenses of their masks. Students who had wandered in shouted down the halls for everyone to come quick.
  The soldiers said nothing as they erected a set of heavy, hinged steel doors to the outside. More and more students flooded into the room and onto the stairs, staying a good thirty feet from the soldiers until it was standing room only. Each new gang was represented: the Geeks, the Nerds, the Sluts, the Skaters, the Freaks, the Pretty Ones, and Varsity, which was now made up of every male athlete in the school. No one spoke to the soldiers, for fear of getting shot at again. The more kids who appeared, the faster the soldiers worked. Within a half hour, they erected a single-occupancy booth equipped with an identification scanner and a video screen above it. It was stationed off to one side of the steel doors. One of the soldiers powered up the booth. The screen flickered to life, and a man in military fatigues appeared on-screen. He was in his forties, with hair so thin on top it looked like a brown mist hanging above his scalp. The skin under his drooping eyes was dark and sunken. The crowd of students collectively leaned forward for a better view of the twenty-inch screen.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The Loners
  Will grabbed a shard of glass off the steps and thrust it in front of him like a knife. He pointed it at David. David stared at the shard.
  Desperate anger contorted Will's face. Blood dripped from his tight grip on the shard. His breath sputtered like he was about to cry. Three Varsity guys ran into the room from the first-floor hallway. David and Will ran up the stairs but stopped halfway when the other two gang members appeared at the top of the flight. Will swung his glass shard wildly at them. The Varsity guys closed in on them from both sides, taking one slow step at a time.
  A hissing-popping sound rang out. David took his eyes off the Varsity guys. Sparks flew from a central metal plate at the school's front entrance. A molten red line was being cut through the steel in the shape of a doorway. When the sizzling red line met the floor, the metal cutout toppled inward, sending dust whooshing up in a filthy cloud. Outside, it was dark. It must have been night.
  The Varsity guys forgot about David and Will entirely when twenty soldiers, armed with machine guns and wearing black haz-mat suits, hustled into the foyer. With military efficiency, they secured the entrance in a semicircle formation, guns ready to fire at any sudden movement. Their faces were shielded by the tinted lenses of their masks. Students who had wandered in shouted down the halls for everyone to come quick.
  The soldiers said nothing as they erected a set of heavy, hinged steel doors to the outside. More and more students flooded into the room and onto the stairs, staying a good thirty feet from the soldiers until it was standing room only. Each new gang was represented: the Geeks, the Nerds, the Sluts, the Skaters, the Freaks, the Pretty Ones, and Varsity, which was now made up of every male athlete in the school. No one spoke to the soldiers, for fear of getting shot at again. The more kids who appeared, the faster the soldiers worked. Within a half hour, they erected a single-occupancy booth equipped with an identification scanner and a video screen above it. It was stationed off to one side of the steel doors. One of the soldiers powered up the booth. The screen flickered to life, and a man in military fatigues appeared on-screen. He was in his forties, with hair so thin on top it looked like a brown mist hanging above his scalp. The skin under his drooping eyes was dark and sunken.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The duct turned again. He saw a faint blue glow ahead. Finally. He crossed Smudge off his mental To Kill list.
  Will crawled faster. The blue glow was shining through the black slats of a large vent grille. He scurried up and pressed his face to the slats. The vent grille popped right off and clanged down onto a white-tiled floor below. The sound hung in the air.
  It was the pool. Giant, six lanes. The water's surface was absolutely still. It looked like clear blue glass. He could smell the chlorine. Damn, it smelled so clean. There wasn't a soul in the room. He knew the pool was under the gym, inside Varsity territory. But he didn't care. He had to get out of this hot tunnel and into that cool, serene water. He climbed out of the duct.
  Lucy popped her head out right after. The bothered scowl on her face reversed at the sight of the pool. She beamed. Relief drained the tension from Will's muscles. Lucy was finally smiling her full smile.
  Her voice echoed through the tiled room. Will pressed his forefinger to his lips with a smile. He didn't know if Varsity was lurking. Lucy lowered her voice.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: A teen boy with white hair walked in. Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing. The kid wore dark blue jeans and a ski jacket, and he carried a hunting rifle. He was followed by more white-haired teens, all wearing casual clothes and toting guns. There must have been forty of them.
  The kid in the ski jacket homed in on the two of them. His face brightened. He lowered his gun and walked toward them with a big smile.
  Sam felt small fingers touch his wrist. He jumped and spun around. A girl stared up at him. She had a round, wholesome face and long white hair that draped over the shoulders of her down vest. She couldn't have been older than thirteen.