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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Christ, Elder with the genre: Religion & Spirituality?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Bread upon the Waters'
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Bread upon the Waters
  With the difference in tastes of the two young men, one had to wonder how it came about that they could live so harmoniously in one small room and seek out each other's company with such pleasure, as they did at all times.
  He went out. Strand sat at his desk, staring at the dusk growing deeper outside the window, faced with a moral problem that he did not want to try to solve. I must not get obsessed with that boy, he thought. I have other things to worry about.
  The big Mercedes, with Conroy at the wheel, drove up to the entrance of the Malson Residence just before lunch-time on Saturday morning. Strand was on the steps of the house to greet Leslie and Caroline and Hazen as they got out of the car. Caroline was holding a small, wriggling black Labrador puppy.
  For the moment, he avoided looking at Caroline. "Where's Jimmy?" he asked. "I thought he was coming with you."
  She was not as pleased with the appearance of the apartment, although Mrs. Schiller had put flowers in vases at strategic places in the living room. "I hadn't realized this place was quite so desolate," she said, "although it'll look better when we move our stuff in. But it certainly can stand at least a coat of paint."
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Strand, seeing, watching.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bread upon the Waters
  With the difference in tastes of the two young men, one had to wonder how it came about that they could live so harmoniously in one small room and seek out each other's company with such pleasure, as they did at all times. 
  He went out. Strand sat at his desk, staring at the dusk growing deeper outside the window, faced with a moral problem that he did not want to try to solve. I must not get obsessed with that boy, he thought. I have other things to worry about. 
  The big Mercedes, with Conroy at the wheel, drove up to the entrance of the Malson Residence just before lunch-time on Saturday morning. Strand was on the steps of the house to greet Leslie and Caroline and Hazen as they got out of the car. Caroline was holding a small, wriggling black Labrador puppy. Strand was shaken by emotion at seeing his wife and daughter again but did not wish to make a scene of husbandly and parental affection in front of the two boys from the house who were watching from the steps. 
  For the moment, he avoided looking at Caroline. "Where's Jimmy?" he asked. "I thought he was coming with you. "
  She was not as pleased with the appearance of the apartment, although Mrs. Schiller had put flowers in vases at strategic places in the living room. "I hadn't realized this place was quite so desolate," she said, "although it'll look better when we move our stuff in. But it certainly can stand at least a coat of paint. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is two more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: By the time he got back to the school, dragging himself along, cursing the wind, he was sure he wouldn't be able to last through his classes till five o'clock. Somehow, though, he managed it, sitting at his desk while he lectured, instead of striding up and down as he usually did, and speaking slowly and laboriously. Then, during his last class, the headmaster's secretary came into the room and told him that he should come over to the office as soon as possible. He cut the class short and went down to the headmaster's office. Hollingsbee.
  Romero's mouth was still split and swollen and a bruise on his forehead was lumpy and discolored. But he stood erect and defiant as he glanced once at Strand, then lowered his eyes and stared at the floor.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Romero, Rollins.
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conversations.value: By the time he got back to the school, dragging himself along, cursing the wind, he was sure he wouldn't be able to last through his classes till five o'clock. Somehow, though, he managed it, sitting at his desk while he lectured, instead of striding up and down as he usually did, and speaking slowly and laboriously. Then, during his last class, the headmaster's secretary came into the room and told him that he should come over to the office as soon as possible. He cut the class short and went down to the headmaster's office. Romero was there and Rollins and Mr. Hollingsbee. 
  Romero's mouth was still split and swollen and a bruise on his forehead was lumpy and discolored. But he stood erect and defiant as he glanced once at Strand, then lowered his eyes and stared at the floor.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Shaw, Marian, and their son, Adam, on the terrace of the newly built Chalet Mia in Klosters, Switzerland, in 1957.
  Shaw (center) skiing in Klosters in 1960 with (left to right) Noel Howard (an actor), an unidentified Hollywood producer, Marian Shaw, Jacques Charmoz (a French World War II pilot, cartoonist, and painter), and Jacqueline Tesseron.
  Shaw with Irving P. "Swifty" Lazar, the legendary talent agent who represented him, in Evian, France, in 1963.