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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Inhuman Resources about Canadian, Vancouver, York with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies?
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conversations.value: Canadian the author is from Vancouver, but for the academic year 2007-2008, will be living in New York City and teaching at Hunter College. Jes is an academic, with a concentration in English and Pop Culture Studies, who has had two books published, one on Buffy The Vampire Slayer and one on Farscape.
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conversations.value: What is the first paragraph for this book?
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conversations.value: Inhuman Resources
  The penthouse belonged to Ordeño, and the tree was growing out of his ceiling. It made me think of the baobabs that could take over an entire world with their roots.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is three more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: But it simply wasn't polite to eavesdrop on other people's memories, no matter how compelling they were. Derrick had told me once that reading minds was almost never worth the trouble that it caused. At best, you got the vague impression of something that you wouldn't have known otherwise, like watching a DVD somewhere in the middle. At worst, you learned something precise and terrible that you'd never be able to forget. That's why the brain was designed to be a closed system.
  She turned her mug slowly, as if feeling the need to turn something more substantial than the wedding ring. "I've told you that. I left because I wanted you to have a normal life. Or as close to normal as possible."
  My mother shook her head. "You're wrong. Meredith and I had worked together in the past. When your name came across her desk as a potential, she contacted me. But I didn't pull any strings to get you admitted to the OSI program. That was the last thing I ever wanted for you."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But it simply wasn't polite to eavesdrop on other people's memories, no matter how compelling they were. Derrick had told me once that reading minds was almost never worth the trouble that it caused. At best, you got the vague impression of something that you wouldn't have known otherwise, like watching a DVD somewhere in the middle. At worst, you learned something precise and terrible that you'd never be able to forget. That's why the brain was designed to be a closed system.
  She turned her mug slowly, as if feeling the need to turn something more substantial than the wedding ring. "I've told you that. I left because I wanted you to have a normal life. Or as close to normal as possible."
  My mother shook her head. "You're wrong. Meredith and I had worked together in the past. When your name came across her desk as a potential, she contacted me. But I didn't pull any strings to get you admitted to the OSI program. That was the last thing I ever wanted for you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: I looked at Mia. She seemed torn between two realities. She wanted to run to me, like I was really her mother. But a part of her held back. I could see the misgiving in her eyes now. She didn't trust me fully anymore.
  And all I could hear were the manticore's last words. About belonging. About power, and what it promised.
  Luiz Ordeño's treaty between the Dark Parliament and the Vampire Nation was ratified by Deonara Valesco, the new Prime Solium. With Lord Nightingale's blessing. Mia started locking the door to her room. To keep me out. And I called up an old ally named Mr. Corvid, who knew where my father was.