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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Orange Houses about York, City with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: the author is an award-winning author and a screen writer. He lives in New York City, where he works with youths in low-income schools and juvenile detention centers.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Orange Houses
  A young homeless man said, "Miracle. Hot food. Thank you, darlin'." He let Mik put just one pancake onto his paper plate. Hunched and head down, he shuffled out the door and into the sun whiting out the sidewalk.
  He hunted the sky for a patch not milked with streetlamp and found a fading scrap of dark. He wondered if the dim pinpoint in it was a star or a plane. "Or an asteroid come to blow away our troubles."
  He stepped into the park a wanderer. Since Saturday he was looking for a place to lay Joe Knows's ashes. Determined to find the most peaceful spot, he would know it when he saw it. He would travel the park's eleven hundred acres if he had to. He knew many of them. He'd been coming here since he was a kid, whenever he felt lost.
  Jimmi tried not to think how he would feel when night came and everybody disappeared. He scanned the sky. The sun was in the west. He couldn't recall the hours that had passed as he tramped the trails from one wildwood grove to the next.
  So many folks were in the park this warm fall afternoon—kids running, mothers chasing. Where were all the fathers?
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The Orange Houses
  A young homeless man said, "Miracle. Hot food. Thank you, darlin'." He let Mik put just one pancake onto his paper plate. Hunched and head down, he shuffled out the door and into the sun whiting out the sidewalk.
  He hunted the sky for a patch not milked with streetlamp and found a fading scrap of dark. He wondered if the dim pinpoint in it was a star or a plane. "Or an asteroid come to blow away our troubles."
  He stepped into the park a wanderer. Since Saturday he was looking for a place to lay Joe Knows's ashes. Determined to find the most peaceful spot, he would know it when he saw it. He would travel the park's eleven hundred acres if he had to. He knew many of them. He'd been coming here since he was a kid, whenever he felt lost.
  Jimmi tried not to think how he would feel when night came and everybody disappeared. He scanned the sky. The sun was in the west. He couldn't recall the hours that had passed as he tramped the trails from one wildwood grove to the next.
  So many folks were in the park this warm fall afternoon—kids running, mothers chasing.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Half O House tower #4 crammed into the apartment. Someone from NaNa's church led folks in prayer. Someone else yelled, "Y'all hush. Check it." The man dialed up the TV volume.
  The local newscaster said, "... abducted on her way home from school by an emotionally disturbed veteran. What makes this story especially horrible is that Mika, as she is known to friends, is hearing impaired. Semprevivo is thought to be armed with a box cutter—"
  Somebody muted the TV. In the hush, Drine Sykes backed into the bathroom and closed the door. Her back to the wall, she slid to the floor. The noise came back, the praying, the TV blasting the news.
  NaNa closed the door and knelt before Drine to be at her eye level. She took Drine's hands away from her ears. NaNa's voice was soft but firm. "... onna be okay." NaNa held Sandrine's hands. Both women's hands seemed old for their age.
  Mik shivered in the tunnel draft. So much silence as the second hand on her watch clicked slower than the time it takes to cross one dead universe after another. Finally she felt the vibration. She clicked on her aids to confirm the tremors' source: skate wheels on cracked concrete.
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Kate, for your kindness, generosity, vast knowledge, the most gorgeous notes and your all-around magnificence. You are too wonderful, and I am too lucky to get to write for you. Thank you for taking these stories—and me—under your wing.
  Lauri, aka Ms. Amazing, for your remarkable and formative notes and for making Dial such a beautiful place to be. You are too good to me.
  Kirby, consigliere and true pal, Richard Abate, Mike Harriot, David Vigliano, Lynn Pleshette and Rowan Riley.
  The lovely Nan Mercado, Richie Partington, David Levi than and Angela Carstensen for all you do for YA readers.
  My families and super-cool mothers, JG, Matt, Kari and Billy for your excitement; Kath and Marie Mordeno for your hilarious phone calls and relentless pimping; Pop, for reading all those manuscripts gathering dust in my closet as if they weren't completely horrible, and for encouraging me with always thoughtful notes and otherworldly wisdom.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: My families and super-cool mothers, JG, Matt, Kari and Billy for your excitement; Kath and Marie Mordeno for your hilarious phone calls and relentless pimping; Pop, for reading all those manuscripts gathering dust in my closet as if they weren't completely horrible, and for encouraging me with always thoughtful notes and otherworldly wisdom..
  The lovely Nan Mercado, Richie Partington, David Levi than and Angela Carstensen for all you do for YA readers.
  Kirby, consigliere and true pal, Richard Abate, Mike Harriot, David Vigliano, Lynn Pleshette and Rowan Riley. You are too good to me. Amazing, for your remarkable and formative notes and for making Dial such a beautiful place to be.
  Lauri, aka Ms. Thank you for taking these stories—and me—under your wing. You are too wonderful, and I am too lucky to get to write for you.Kate, for your kindness, generosity, vast knowledge, the most gorgeous notes and your all-around magnificence