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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Becky, Luke, Plaza entitled Shopaholic Ties the Knot.
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conversations.value: Shopaholic Ties the Knot: The book opens with Becky living with her boyfriend Luke in Manhattan's West Village.\nShe has finally found her career calling as a personal shopper at Barney's and is happily helping her best friend, Suze plan her wedding.\nBecky's best friend, Danny, helps her making a bridesmaid's dress.\nThat night, Luke, Danny and Becky discuss when Becky will get married.\nShe replies that she will get married in ten years, much to Luke's disbelief and amusement.\nA few days before the wedding, Becky learns that Suze is pregnant.\nBecky is shocked when she catches Suze's bouquet and finds a marriage proposal from Luke in it.\nSuddenly, she finds herself caught in the middle between her mother and Luke's mother, both of whom want to throw her a lavish wedding, one at her childhood home in England and one at the Plaza Hotel in New York on the same day.\nOn one hand, Becky wanted to get married at home.\nOn the other, she wanted to have a gorgeous wedding at the Plaza, and being the 'special, glossy' person for the day.\nAs she sees more and more preparations done on both sides, it's even more difficult for her to say no to either one.\nIf Becky gives up the Plaza, she'll have to pay a penalty of a hundred thousand.\nBecky has no way of paying - and she can't possibly ask Luke or else he will get suspicious.\nDuring that time, she confronts Elinor for her own behavior in the way she treated him all his life.\nThis in turn made her despise Becky for calling her out about that and reveals that she thinks Becky isn't good enough for Luke.\nRefusing to back down, Becky decides to bargain with Elinor about having her wedding at the Plaza in exchange that she writes down her confession in everything that she did including abandoning Luke and take responsibility for herself.\nMeanwhile, Laurel, Becky's favorite customer at Barney's, is devastated about her ex-husband, Bill's, much younger girlfriend, Amy Forrester.\nLaurel tells Becky that she suspects Bill has been stealing some of her jewelry, including an antique emerald pendant her grandmother gave her and has been giving them to Amy in order to humiliate her.\nWhen Becky catches him in action stealing another one of Laurel's prized jewelry, she confronts both Bill and Amy for their actions.\nShe tells them of her intentions to notify the authorities and press charges on Laurel's behalf unless they reimburse her by returning her jewelry at once.\nAfter Becky helps Laurel get all of her jewelry back, Laurel promises she will help Becky with anything she wants as a wedding gift.\nIn the end, Becky finds a great idea - first attend the Plaza wedding (and pretend to get married) and then take a private jet provided by Laurel's company to England and really get married at Becky's home.\nAt the end of the novel, Becky reveals to Luke that she had cashed in their New York wedding gifts booked two first-class travel-around-the-world tickets for their honeymoon.
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conversations.value: Shopaholic Ties the Knot: The book opens with Becky living with her boyfriend Luke in Manhattan's West Village.\nShe has finally found her career calling as a personal shopper at Barney's and is happily helping her best friend, Suze plan her wedding.\nBecky's best friend, Danny, helps her making a bridesmaid's dress.\nThat night, Luke, Danny and Becky discuss when Becky will get married.\nShe replies that she will get married in ten years, much to Luke's disbelief and amusement.\nA few days before the wedding, Becky learns that Suze is pregnant.\nBecky is shocked when she catches Suze's bouquet and finds a marriage proposal from Luke in it.\nSuddenly, she finds herself caught in the middle between her mother and Luke's mother, both of whom want to throw her a lavish wedding, one at her childhood home in England and one at the Plaza Hotel in New York on the same day.\nOn one hand, Becky wanted to get married at home.\nOn the other, she wanted to have a gorgeous wedding at the Plaza, and being the 'special, glossy' person for the day.\nAs she sees more and more preparations done on both sides, it's even more difficult for her to say no to either one.\nIf Becky gives up the Plaza, she'll have to pay a penalty of a hundred thousand.\nBecky has no way of paying - and she can't possibly ask Luke or else he will get suspicious.\nDuring that time, she confronts Elinor for her own behavior in the way she treated him all his life.\nThis in turn made her despise Becky for calling her out about that and reveals that she thinks Becky isn't good enough for Luke.\nRefusing to back down, Becky decides to bargain with Elinor about having her wedding at the Plaza in exchange that she writes down her confession in everything that she did including abandoning Luke and take responsibility for herself.\nMeanwhile, Laurel, Becky's favorite customer at Barney's, is devastated about her ex-husband, Bill's, much younger girlfriend, Amy Forrester.\nLaurel tells Becky that she suspects Bill has been stealing some of her jewelry, including an antique emerald pendant her grandmother gave her and has been giving them to Amy in order to humiliate her.\nWhen Becky catches him in action stealing another one of Laurel's prized jewelry, she confronts both Bill and Amy for their actions.\nShe tells them of her intentions to notify the authorities and press charges on Laurel's behalf unless they reimburse her by returning her jewelry at once.\nAfter Becky helps Laurel get all of her jewelry back, Laurel promises she will help Becky with anything she wants as a wedding gift.\nIn the end, Becky finds a great idea - first attend the Plaza wedding (and pretend to get married) and then take a private jet provided by Laurel's company to England and really get married at Becky's home.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for the book.
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conversations.value: Shopaholic Ties the Knot
  We are pleased to confirm your new joint bank account with Mr. Luke J. Brandon, and enclose explanatory documentation. A debit card will be sent to you under separate cover.
  We at Second Union Bank continually pride ourselves on our highly individual approach to clients. Please contact me personally at any time if you have a query, and I will help in any way I can. No matter is too small for my attention.
  Thank you for your letter of December 9 regarding your joint account with Mr. Luke J. Brandon. I agree the relationship between bank and client should be one of friendship and cooperation, and in answer to your question, my favorite color is red.
  I regret, however, I am unable to reword entries on your forthcoming statement as you request. The particular debit item you refer to will appear on your next statement as "Prada, New York." It cannot be changed to "Gas bill."
  Thank you for your letter of January 4 regarding your joint account with Mr. Luke J. Brandon, and for the chocolates, which I must return. I agree it is difficult to keep tabs on every tiny purchase, and was sorry to hear that "the odd little misunderstanding" had arisen between you.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Shopaholic Ties the Knot
  We are pleased to confirm your new joint bank account with Mr. Luke J. Brandon, and enclose explanatory documentation. A debit card will be sent to you under separate cover.
  We at Second Union Bank continually pride ourselves on our highly individual approach to clients. Please contact me personally at any time if you have a query, and I will help in any way I can. No matter is too small for my attention.
  Thank you for your letter of December 9 regarding your joint account with Mr. Luke J. Brandon. I agree the relationship between bank and client should be one of friendship and cooperation, and in answer to your question, my favorite color is red.
  I regret, however, I am unable to reword entries on your forthcoming statement as you request. The particular debit item you refer to will appear on your next statement as "Prada, New York." It cannot be changed to "Gas bill."
  Thank you for your letter of January 4 regarding your joint account with Mr. Luke J. Brandon, and for the chocolates, which I must return.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: As they walk away, I feel a giggle of relief rising in me. I can't quite believe we got away with it so easily.
  Now they're both searching through the hangers with brisk fingers, and the poor T-shirts just can't take the strain. Hems are unraveling, bits of glitter and strings of diamante are coming loose, and sequins are shedding all over the floor.
  I wheel round and feel a lurch of horror. Christina is standing at the entrance to the personal shopping department, in conversation with the head of personnel.
  I watch in dismay as Christina looks up, alert. There's nothing to galvanize her like someone suggesting her department is less than perfect.
  She takes the ragged T-shirt and stares at it bewilderedly. Then she catches sight of Danny's laminated sign.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The plane suddenly drops down again, and I give an involuntary shriek. "We're going to die!" I stare into his face. This could be the last person I ever see alive. I take in the lines etched around his dark eyes, his strong jaw, shaded with stubble.
  So this is the new big boss. The guy in the baseball cap turns, and as I see his face I feel an almighty thud, as though a bowling ball's landed hard in my chest. Oh my God. It's him. The same dark eyes. The same lines etched around them. The stubble's gone, but it's definitely him. It's the man from the plane—the man I told all my secrets to. What's he doing here at the office? And... and why has he got everyone's attention? He's speaking now, and everyone is lapping up every word he says. He turns again, and I instinctively duck back out of sight, trying to keep calm. What's he doing here? He can't— That can't be— That can't possibly be. If this is the new mega-boss, I'm in big, big trouble...
  Becky Bloomwood has everything: a fabulous flat in London's trendiest neighborhood, a troupe of glamorous socialite friends, and a closet brimming with the season's must-haves. The only problem is that she can't actually afford it—not any of it. Her job as a financial journalist not only bores her to tears, it doesn't pay much at all. And lately, Becky's been chased by dismal letters from Visa and the Endwich Bank—letters with large red sums she can't bear to read—and they're getting ever harder to ignore. She tries cutting back; she even tries making more money. But none of her efforts succeeds. Becky's only consolation is to buy herself something... just a little something...
  Sophie Kinsella brilliantly taps into our collective consumer conscience to deliver a novel of our times—and a heroine who grows stronger every time she weakens. Becky Bloomwood's hysterical schemes to pay back her debts are as endearing as they are desperate. Her "confessions" are the perfect pick-me-up when life is hanging in the (bank) balance.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "We're going to die!" I stare into his face. This could be the last person I ever see alive. I take in the lines etched around his dark eyes, his strong jaw, shaded with stubble.
  So this is the new big boss. The guy in the baseball cap turns, and as I see his face I feel an almighty thud, as though a bowling ball's landed hard in my chest. Oh my God. It's him. The same dark eyes. The same lines etched around them. The stubble's gone, but it's definitely him. It's the man from the plane—the man I told all my secrets to. What's he doing here at the office? And... and why has he got everyone's attention? He's speaking now, and everyone is lapping up every word he says. He turns again, and I instinctively duck back out of sight, trying to keep calm. What's he doing here? He can't— That can't be— That can't possibly be. If this is the new mega-boss, I'm in big, big trouble...
  Becky Bloomwood has everything: a fabulous flat in London's trendiest neighborhood, a troupe of glamorous socialite friends, and a closet brimming with the season's must-haves. The only problem is that she can't actually afford it—not any of it. Her job as a financial journalist not only bores her to tears, it doesn't pay much at all. And lately, Becky's been chased by dismal letters from Visa and the Endwich Bank—letters with large red sums she can't bear to read—and they're getting ever harder to ignore. She tries cutting back; she even tries making more money. But none of her efforts succeeds. Becky's only consolation is to buy herself something... just a little something...
  Sophie Kinsella brilliantly taps into our collective consumer conscience to deliver a novel of our times—and a heroine who grows stronger every time she weakens. Becky Bloomwood's hysterical schemes to pay back her debts are as endearing as they are desperate. Her "confessions" are the perfect pick-me-up when life is hanging in the (bank) balance.