conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled All the Beautiful Girls about Leslie, Marie with the genre: New, Used & Rental Textstorys, Education.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Leslie Marie the author is a writer and illustrator of children's storys that are created to help cultivate self-worth and self-love in young children, so that they may enter adulthood and be a shining light for the next generation. She hopes to penetrate the private and public school systems around the world with her message of positivity.
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: All the Beautiful Girls
  OVER THE YEARS, gamblers bought her nearly a dozen furs. Yet, her all-time favorite was her first—an abundant, calf-length silver fox fur with an absolutely enormous collar she could stand up so that its softness caressed her cheeks. It was so supple that it rippled like water when she walked. The coat's lining was a hot pink China silk, and the buyer was Kyle, the day before he left Vegas to return to his suburban Ohio home.
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conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Ruby nodded, although she still wasn't sure. She remained convinced that Javier was her teacher, something Vivid just didn't and maybe couldn't understand. Ruby had the sense that true comprehension would have to percolate through the soil of her, take its time before it reached her heart and she gained a true, complete grasp of things. For now, all she felt was confusion and exhaustion. And fear. Fear that he'd abandon her.
  All the while, Ruby watched and felt her friend's ministrations. As Vivid brushed Ruby's hair and picked up a can of hair spray, Ruby knew that Vivid was capable of understanding the kind of pain that had woven itself into the warp and weft of Ruby's being. Like Ruby, Vivid had no one. Rose had that adoring, doting, kind father. She didn't have a past—as far as Ruby knew—that included a rapist. Or a pedophile.
  And that was precisely what Ruby both longed for and dreaded—the reappearance of Javier Borrero. During Javier's absence, she'd practiced conversations with him in her head. When he came back, she'd tell him he could never, ever, physically harm her again. He could not slam things, throw things. She'd tell him that she understood that he had been afraid, that his past had controlled him, and that maybe he'd even been unaware of his physical actions, but he could not ever again frighten her that way.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ruby nodded, although she still wasn't sure. She remained convinced that Javier was her teacher, something Vivid just didn't and maybe couldn't understand. Ruby had the sense that true comprehension would have to percolate through the soil of her, take its time before it reached her heart and she gained a true, complete grasp of things. For now, all she felt was confusion and exhaustion. And fear. Fear that he'd abandon her.
  All the while, Ruby watched and felt her friend's ministrations. As Vivid brushed Ruby's hair and picked up a can of hair spray, Ruby knew that Vivid was capable of understanding the kind of pain that had woven itself into the warp and weft of Ruby's being. Like Ruby, Vivid had no one. Rose had that adoring, doting, kind father. She didn't have a past—as far as Ruby knew—that included a rapist. Or a pedophile.
  And that was precisely what Ruby both longed for and dreaded—the reappearance of Javier Borrero. During Javier's absence, she'd practiced conversations with him in her head. When he came back, she'd tell him he could never, ever, physically harm her again. He could not slam things, throw things.
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conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Several years ago, I returned to Las Vegas to attend a conference on special education law. It was no longer the place it had been when I was a child, and I felt a sense of disappointment—that I'd not been the right age to enjoy classic Vegas. I've remedied that disappointment by using my imagination to travel back in time. Now, I've walked with Tom Jones and Sammy Davis, Jr. I've sat next to Sonny and Cher in an audience, and I've experienced what Ruby felt when she stepped onto a lavish stage set. I had a great time in the Vegas of my mind, plowing this landscape for all it offers—light and dark—to illuminate the life of Ruby/Lily, to find a terrain that suited the challenges of my indomitable heroine, and to confront what we believe about ourselves and the world we inhabit.
  Although I no longer practice law, I still find the need to fight for a cause (or two, or three). In my fiction, my characters become my clients, and I am their advocate. After all, the issues that define the lives of Lily, Ruby, Vivid, Rose, Dee, Aunt Tate, the Aviator and Jack—they endure, for all of us. And if I can hope to accomplish anything, it's to create a more expansive sense of justice and to urge understanding.