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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Just as Long as We're Together about Key, West, York with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author is known and loved by millions of readers for her funny, honest, always believable stories. She lives in Key West and New York City. You can visit her at <u>www.judyblume.com</u>.
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conversations.value: She lives in Key West and New York City. You can visit her at <u>www.judyblume.com</u>.
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Just as Long as We're Together
  Summary: Stephanie's relationship with her best friend, Rachel, changes during her first year in junior high as she tried to conceal a family problem and meets a new girl from California. 
  It so happens I know plenty about boys. As for hunks, I've never known one personally. Most boys my age—and I'm starting seventh grade in two weeks—are babies. As for my Richard Gere poster, I didn't even know he was famous when I bought it. I got it on sale. The picture must have been taken a long time ago because he looks young, around seventeen. He was really cute back then. I love the expression on his face, kind of a half-smile, as if he's sharing a secret with me.
  Actually, I don't call him Richard Gere. I call him Benjamin but my mother doesn't know that. To her he's some famous actor. To me, he's Benjamin Moore, he's seventeen and he's my first boyfriend. I love that name—Benjamin Moore. I got it off a paint can. We moved over the summer and for weeks our new house reeked of paint. While my room was being done I slept in my brother's room. His name is Bruce and he's ten. I didn't get a good night's sleep all that week because Bruce has nightmares.
  Anyway, as soon as the painters were out of my room I moved back in and taped up my posters. I have nineteen of them, not counting Benjamin Moore. And he's the only one on the ceiling. It took me all day to arrange my posters in just the right way and that night, as soon as my mother got home from work, I called her up to see them.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: I went to the kitchen and ate the leftover sweet potato pudding. All of it. I might have spaced out in front of the TV then, but Mom was still on the phone in the den. I couldn't tell if it was a business call or if she was blabbing to Aunt Denise, because when she saw me standing there, she covered the mouthpiece with her hand and waved me away. So I went back to bed. I slept on and off, all afternoon.
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I saw a bee buzzing around the forsythia bush in front of Alison's house. I'll have to start wearing my beesting necklace, I thought. I wonder what Alison will say when I tell her Rachel and I are speaking again, that maybe we are even friends. Probably she'll be glad. I broke off a sprig of forsythia and rang Alison's bell.
  It's the end of the seventh grade, and the stress of trying to be perfect is getting to Rachel. She's tired of being the straight-A student on every teacher's list of favorites—especially since her brother has been expelled from boarding school. She's busy dealing with her sister's junior prom mishaps and harboring a secret crush on her brother's tutor. But most importantly, she's working to keep her friendship with Stephanie and Alison strong. Could it be that real life is much more interesting than perfect life? If you're equipped with a good sense of humor, it is!
  Rachel seemingly has the perfect life—she's a straight-A student, a gifted musician, and a good friend. But she feels like her older brother is determined to ruin everything. Her two best friends think he's funny and they urge Rachel to lighten up, but it's not so easy. Not even when the coolest boy in ninth grade notices her. Is it possible that the key to a perfect life is something other than perfection?