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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Olivia, Malcolm, Alicia entitled Garden of Shadows.
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conversations.value: Garden of Shadows: Garden of Shadows starts with a tall, plain Olivia being rescued from spinsterhood by the smart and handsome Malcolm Foxworth.\nShe thinks she has found "the one" since this is the first man to ever show interest in her, due, she thinks, to her height and plain appearance.\nMalcolm, who is taken by her forthright manner and impressed with her intelligence, proposes after only two days\' acquaintance.\nThey marry two weeks later, and Olivia leaves her family home in New London, Connecticut and moves to the family\'s mansion, Foxworth Hall, in Charlottesville, Virginia, where Olivia starts to discover the dark secrets about Malcolm that started to diminish her love for him.\nShe discovers he is still tormented by his mother Corinne\'s abandonment of him, at the age of five, and believes it was her own plain looks and money that attracted him to her, since he mistrusts more conventionally beautiful women.\nAt a party to celebrate their wedding, Malcolm talks to and flirts with other women, neglecting Olivia.\nWhile he is attracted to beauty and seems like he might consider an affair, it is obvious he lacks patience and true feeling enough for such an entanglement.\nOlivia feels betrayed and humiliated, but is still optimistic that things will change as they begin their life together.\nWhen exploring the house, she discovers "The Swan Room," a room that belonged to Malcolm\'s mother, which has been kept as a shrine to her.\nIn the room, there is a very large, ornate bed carved into the shape of a swan.\nWhen Malcolm discovers her in the room, they finally consummate the marriage, an act that could be considered more of an attack than an act of love; Malcolm saying his mother\'s name the entire time.\nOlivia wants to scream but doesn\'t, trying to save her humiliation from the servants.\nNine months later, Olivia gives birth to a boy, Malcolm Jr, who is generally referred to as "Mal" so it would be easier to distinguish between him and his father.\nMalcolm is kind to her at times, giving her hope that things might improve between them.\nBut for the most part, she feels unimportant and ignored.\nTwo years later, she gives birth to a second son, Joel.\nMalcolm is upset, as he wanted their second child to be a girl and that Joel is not healthy.\nHe and Olivia are also told she cannot have any more children.\nMalcolm doesn\'t fully appreciate his sons, because of his disappointment at not having a daughter.\nShortly after Joel is born, Malcolm\'s father, Garland, comes back to Foxworth Hall with his new wife, Alicia.\nOlivia is disgusted to see that Alicia is only nineteen and very beautiful, and Malcolm is enraged to discover she is pregnant, thinking that her child will inherit part of Garland\'s fortune.\nAlicia makes numerous friendly overtures to Olivia, but Olivia keeps herself distant from her.\nAlicia gives birth to a son, whom she names Christopher.\nHowever, Malcolm becomes obsessed with Alicia.\nIn one incident, Malcolm follows her to the lake and attempts to seduce her.\nOlivia witnesses this and is hurt.\nWhen Alicia spurns his advances, Malcolm is convinced that she is leading him on and vows to make her pay dearly.\nOlivia knows of Malcolm\'s lust towards Alicia and is humiliated and heartbroken, but she blames Alicia for making herself attractive to Malcolm.\nOn the night of Christopher\'s third birthday, Garland catches Malcolm trying to rape Alicia, gets into a violent argument with Malcolm and has a heart attack, and dies.\nThings are very somber in the house, although Malcolm seems to be feeling some guilt and avoids Alicia.\nAfter some time though, his obsession with her resumes.\nA month or so later, Alicia confesses to Olivia that Malcolm has been visiting her in her bedroom and forcing himself on her, threatening to throw her and Christopher out on the street penniless if she doesn\'t let him.\nShe also tells Olivia she is pregnant with Malcolm\'s child.\nOlivia is humiliated and jealous.\nThis is the moment when she hardens herself and begins to slowly transform into the vicious grandmother from Flowers in the Attic.\nOlivia decides that the only thing to do is hide Alicia away while she is pregnant; meanwhile, Olivia herself will feign being pregnant.\nOnce Alicia secretly has the baby, Olivia will take and pass the baby off as hers.\nMalcolm will give Alicia Garland\'s inheritance, and she and Christopher will leave.\nAlicia reluctantly agrees and says goodbye to Christopher, and goes into hiding, living in the attic of Foxworth Hall.\nOlivia hires new servants, as an extra precaution to safeguard their secret.\nShe fears that Malcolm\'s interest in Alicia remains, so to make Alicia less attractive to him, Olivia coerces Alicia into cutting off her long hair, which Olivia leaves on Malcolm\'s desk to show that she now is the one in control.\nOver the months that pass, Olivia begins to think of Christopher as another son and is heartbroken when Alicia, after giving birth to a daughter, leaves suddenly and quietly, taking Christopher with her.\nHowever, Olivia is soon enraged when she discovers Malcolm has named his new child Corinne (her name is spelled "Corrine" in theC.\nAndrews-penned original novels) after his mother and plans to oversee her upbringing.\nHe acts like an only parent to the young Corinne, often overriding attempts by Olivia to raise her to be a proper young woman.\nOlivia still does what she can to be a mother to Corinne, and to her credit, loves the child as her own and takes joy in their relationship.\nIn the years that pass, Corinne grows up into a happy but spoiled young girl, and Malcolm continues to be emotionally distant from his sons and Olivia—he often criticizes the boys to Olivia, and is upset that his sons, particularly Joel, exhibit little interest in his business, though Mal seems to be willing to follow in his father\'s footsteps.\nMalcolm Jr.\ndies in a motorcycling accident that resulted in him riding off a cliff near Foxworth Hall.\nLater, John Amos, Olivia\'s cousin, is hired as the butler and also serves to incorporate religion in the household.\nSoon after, Joel leaves on a tour of Europe with a professional orchestra against his father\'s wishes and is famed in several European newspapers.\nOlivia is proud of Joel, but Malcolm dismisses Joel\'s path as frivolous and an embarrassment to the family, though beneath the criticism is worry for his son, and disappointment in Joel\'s choice to leave Foxworth Hall.\nUnfortunately, Joel supposedly meets his end in an avalanche.\nHis parents are informed of his death in a telegram that also revealed that his body was not recovered.\nDevastated over the loss of their sons, Olivia and Malcolm turn to religion and bond slightly until Olivia receives a letter from Alicia, who is dying from breast cancer.\nAlicia had remarried soon after leaving Foxworth Hall, but her husband died a few years later, and she became bankrupt during the Great Depression, so she and Christopher have been living in poverty.\nAlicia pleads with Olivia to give Christopher a home and put him through medical school.\nSince Olivia was kind to Christopher while Alicia was in the attic, Alicia wants Christopher to live at Foxworth Hall.\nOlivia convinces Malcolm to agree to this, and Christopher comes to live with them.\nWhen they meet for the first time, Corinne and Christopher fall deeply in love.\nEveryone is blinded by this love, however, because they all adore Christopher.\nLater, John Amos begins to suspect incest, although Olivia brushes it off as his jealousy.\nShe and Malcolm seem truly happy and content with their family for the first time.\nAlthough she expresses herself subtly, Olivia is drawn to Christopher.\nAfter Christopher\'s graduation from college (and Corinne\'s high school graduation), Christopher receives a letter of acceptance to Harvard.\nOlivia is the first to see it, and is very happy and rushes to find Christopher.\nJohn Amos finds Olivia first, however, and tells her that Christopher and Corinne are making love in the Swan Room.\nShe doesn\'t believe him, but takes a quick peek, which reveals Christopher and Corinne in the act of making love.\nOlivia is heartbroken and goes to tell Malcolm.\nChristopher and Corinne come and try to explain themselves to Malcolm and Olivia, but Malcolm condemns them.\nChristopher looks to Olivia hoping she will intervene, and is shocked and hurt to find that Olivia sides with Malcolm.\nHe and Corinne are banished and disinherited.\nMalcolm has a stroke as well as a heart attack afterward, and he is forced to use a wheelchair.\nOlivia devotes herself to Malcolm\'s care.\nOlivia also reveals the truth to John Amos that Christopher was not just Corinne\'s half-uncle but also her half-brother.\nShe also tells of the sins and events that led to it.\nJohn preys on Olivia\'s fear of God, urging her and Malcolm to become obsessively religious.\nMalcolm is a changed man after the discovery of Chris and Corinne\'s scandal.\nFinally, he breaks and asks Olivia to hire a private detective to find out what happened to Corinne.\nTheI.\nreturns and informs Olivia that they live in Gladstone, PA under the name of Dollanganger.\nChristopher dropped out of medical school and works in public relations, and Corinne is a housewife.\nShe is told the two have four children: Chris, Cathy, and the twins, Cory and Carrie.\nAll four children are perfectly healthy, bright, and beautiful, and known in their town as the Dresden Dolls.\nShe does not tell Malcolm about the children because Olivia believes that he will want to see his grandchildren and become bewitched by the children\'s beauty, especially the girls.\nYears later, Corinne writes a letter to Olivia, seeking shelter and telling of Christopher\'s death in a car accident.\nOlivia is heartbroken over Christopher\'s death, but John Amos tells her that it was God\'s work.\nHe also convinces her to allow Corinne and the children to come to Foxworth Hall, but the children must be hidden from the world forever if she wants to end the sins within Foxworth Hall.\nOlivia writes back to Corinne and says she may come back with the children.\nOlivia tells Malcolm of Corinne coming home, but again doesn\'t tell him about the children.\nWhen she sees them for the first time, Olivia notices the children\'s beauty and how much Chris and Cathy remind her of Christopher and Corinne, but she refuses to love them, as they are the "devil\'s spawn".\nThe story ends with Olivia silently vowing to keep her heart hardened against the children, and to hide them from the world forever, yet feeling just as imprisoned as them.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.. End with the sentence ' It seemed I'd die a spinster.'.
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conversations.value: Garden of Shadows
  He used to say I would be a great help to any husband, and I used to believe that was why he was so determined I would get a business education and have that experience. He didn't come out and say it in so many words, but I could hear them anyway--a woman six feet tall needed something more to capture a man's love.
  Yes, I was six feet tall; I had shot up as a teenager, much to my dismay, to giant proportions. I was the beanstalk in Jack's garden. I was the giant. There was nothing dainty or fragile about me.
  I had my mother's auburn hair, but my shoulders were too wide and my bosom large. I often stood before my mirror and wished my arms shorter. My gray eyes were too long and catlike and my nose was too sharp. My lips were thin, my complexion pale and gray. Gray, gray, gray. How I longed to be pretty and bright. But when I sat before my vanilla marble vanity table trying to blush and to flutter my eyelashes--look flirtatious--I managed only to look a fool. I didn't want to look empty-headed and silly, yet I couldn't help but sit before the glass-encased dollhouse and study the pretty, delicate porcelain face of the tiny wife. How I wished it were my face. Maybe then this would be my world.
  If my father had really expected to make me more attractive to a man by providing me with an education and practical business experience, he must have been sorely disappointed in the result. Gentlemen came and went, all coming because of his manipulations, I discovered; and still I was yet to be courted and loved. I was always afraid that my money, my father's money, money I would inherit, would bring a man to the door pretending to be in love with me. I think my father feared the same thing, because he came to me one day and said, "I have written into my will that whatever money you receive shall be only yours and yours to do with what you like. No husband will ever expect to take control of your fortune simply by marrying you."
  He made his announcement and left before I could even respond. Then he screened any candidates for my romance carefully, exposing me only to the highest class of gentleman, men of some fortune themselves. I had yet to meet one I didn't tower over, or one who wouldn't scowl at the things I said. It seemed I'd die a spinster.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: There was no response, so I tried the handle, but the door was locked. I tapped again and waited. Still, there was only silence. Perhaps she was only having a dream, I thought and went back to sleep.
  In the morning she was different, more the way she had been during her bereavement. She didn't come down to breakfast until after Malcolm had gone and she ate very little.
  She was like that on and off over the next few weeks. Sometimes she would be talkative and full of energy and I would think she was herself again, and then she would become moody and quiet and withdrawn. She either couldn't or wouldn't explain why.
  A week later I was again awoken by the sound of her cries. This time they were shrill but short. They stopped before I even decided to go to her door. In the morning she was dreary and tired, moving like one in a daze. Both Malcolm and I had finished our breakfast, so she ate alone. She spent the whole afternoon alone in the Swan Room. Finally, driven more by my curiosity than anything, I went up to her.
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
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conversations.value: After I finished, Corinne drew the two other children to her. Her hands stroked their hair and backs. "It's all right," I heard her whisper. "Trust me." Then she turned to me for an instant and her face twisted with the most ferocious look I had ever seen on her. "Mother, have some pity and compassion for my children. They are your flesh and blood too. Keep that in your mind." As she continued to list their virtues and accomplishments, I closed my ears. For they were not of my flesh and blood, nor was she. And much as I had loved her, for the sake of my eternal soul I could no longer afford to do so. I was tempted by her pleas, by her children's sweetness, but I hardened my heart.
  When Corinne saw that her words were not succeeding in softening my resolve, she turned back to her children and bid them good night.
  I waited at the door as Corinne slowly parted from her children. Finally I pulled her arm, and just before I closed the door behind us, I looked back at the children. The twins were sound asleep. The two older ones stood side by side, the boy holding the girl's hand, just as Christopher had held Corinne's. I saw him look into her eyes, and saw him smile, a smile that sent a cold chill up my spine. For it was a smile I had seen before, it was the smile of Christopher for Corinne, the smile I had been too blind to see. But now my eyes were opened.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: Her hands stroked their hair and backs. "It's all right," I heard her whisper. "Trust me." Then she turned to me for an instant and her face twisted with the most ferocious look I had ever seen on her. "Mother, have some pity and compassion for my children. They are your flesh and blood too. Keep that in your mind." As she continued to list their virtues and accomplishments, I closed my ears. For they were not of my flesh and blood, nor was she. And much as I had loved her, for the sake of my eternal soul I could no longer afford to do so. I was tempted by her pleas, by her children's sweetness, but I hardened my heart.
  When Corinne saw that her words were not succeeding in softening my resolve, she turned back to her children and bid them good night.
  I waited at the door as Corinne slowly parted from her children. Finally I pulled her arm, and just before I closed the door behind us, I looked back at the children. The twins were sound asleep. The two older ones stood side by side, the boy holding the girl's hand, just as Christopher had held Corinne's. I saw him look into her eyes, and saw him smile, a smile that sent a cold chill up my spine. For it was a smile I had seen before, it was the smile of Christopher for Corinne, the smile I had been too blind to see. But now my eyes were opened.