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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Cake about Ballymaloe, Bestselling, Dublin with the genre: Cookbooks, Food & Wine, Baking.
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conversations.value: Bestselling cookery writer the author was brought up in Dublin and studied at the prestigious Ballymaloe Cookery School. Today, Rachel is an international TV chef and a frequent guest on BBC's Saturday Kitchen; she is also a journalist, mother and a teacher at Ballymaloe.
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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Michael, Akron, Julia with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Cake'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Cake about I'm, Reeses, Pieces with the genre: Romance, Contemporary.
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conversations.value: About me...... I love angst....I thrive on it, but only the fictional kind. I adore a story that grips the reader from the beginning and doesn't let go...EVER. I'm an avid reader who just recently discovered my love of writing. My favorite things in life include my three wild & crazy kids, Reeses Pieces, and every genre of music. Please come find me @ nicolereedbooks.com or www.facebook.com/nicolereedauthor
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: ..... I love angst....I thrive on it, but only the fictional kind. I adore a story that grips the reader from the beginning and doesn't let go...EVER. I'm an avid reader who just recently discovered my love of writing. My favorite things in life include my three wild & crazy kids, Reeses Pieces, and every genre of music. Please come find me @ nicolereedbooks.com or www.facebook.com/nicolereedauthor
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Cake
  There's no time like the first time. Because it's the first time that you can never shake loose. You see the make-believe version of murder all the time. You cheer for that shit on the big screen. You can't wait for the point when the bad guy's soul evacuates its temple so that he can be judged from up above. But it ain't the same thing in the real world.
  In real life, the aftermath is a walking daymare. You see your hand extending with a pistol in its grip. You remember just how little effort it took to actually pull the trigger. It was the night that changed your life, a change that did nothing but bring more changes.
  You can still feel the warmth of her mouth around your dick. You can still envision the way she made her titties jiggle as you came on them, white on caramel, your exchanges hidden from view by glass painted black. You remember the depth of her voice as she whispered what you paid her to say. You can't believe that they made her into the bloody mess you capped out.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about cracked.
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conversations.value: Cake
  There's no time like the first time. Because it's the first time that you can never shake loose. You see the make-believe version of murder all the time. You cheer for that shit on the big screen. You can't wait for the point when the bad guy's soul evacuates its temple so that he can be judged from up above. But it ain't the same thing in the real world. 
  In real life, the aftermath is a walking daymare. You can still see her face: eyes swollen shut, teeth cracked and chipped, cuts and bruises and broken ribs. You see your hand extending with a pistol in its grip. You remember just how little effort it took to actually pull the trigger. It was the night that changed your life, a change that did nothing but bring more changes. 
  You can still feel the warmth of her mouth around your dick. You can still envision the way she made her titties jiggle as you came on them, white on caramel, your exchanges hidden from view by glass painted black. You remember the depth of her voice as she whispered what you paid her to say. You can't believe that they made her into the bloody mess you capped out.
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conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He goes on to explain that the next thing he knows, he and Almond are the best of friends. You wonder why anyone rolling in a Beemer like his is going to the Flame instead of Magic City, but maybe he's into the occasional chick with stretch marks and the one who calls every man gay who doesn't want a dance from her skinny ass.
  Somewhere over the course of the night, Frank lets it slip that he's working for somebody now, someone who's making a lot of moves in a lot of different places. At first you wonder if Star isn't dead after all, if the whole car crash thing up in New York was just cover-up so that he could go underground.
  But that kind of shit doesn't happen in real life, and even if it did, wouldn't you be more than enough of a reason for him to show up and pull the trigger himself? And why the fuck would anyone have a guy playing top dog in an out-of-town operation who can't keep his mouth shut?
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: You wonder why anyone rolling in a Beemer like his is going to the Flame instead of Magic City, but maybe he's into the occasional chick with stretch marks and the one who calls every man gay who doesn't want a dance from her skinny ass.
  Somewhere over the course of the night, Frank lets it slip that he's working for somebody now, someone who's making a lot of moves in a lot of different places. At first you wonder if Star isn't dead after all, if the whole car crash thing up in New York was just cover-up so that he could go underground.
  But that kind of shit doesn't happen in real life, and even if it did, wouldn't you be more than enough of a reason for him to show up and pull the trigger himself? And why the fuck would anyone have a guy playing top dog in an out-of-town operation who can't keep his mouth shut?
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'You can tell that he's never been up north'.
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conversations.value: You can tell that he's never been up north. You can tell that he's probably never spent any real time outside of his hometown. The pace all around him is faster than anything he's ever known.
  Your eyes pop open as soon as she removes her hand. You see the barrel of the.25 just as it explodes. One bullet in one brain.
  All that dough and you'll never get your diploma. You thought it was going to be Star. But he's as gone as last week's discount sale. Live through one round with death and he comes back bigger and stronger in round two.
  To be honest, you can't say that this is a real surprise. Living by the sword comes back to you. Living by the gun only accelerates the process. You were never getting out. You were never going free. Time runs out for those who waste. Karma's a bitch for those who don't respect her power.
  As you hover above your own body, you watch the bitch slip her clothes on far faster than it took for you to get them off. The light shining over you is an express train to the next life. Chief didn't have it all wrong. You didn't have it all right. But you'll get another chance. We all get another chance.