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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled The Syndicate about Petrescu, Eighteen-year-old, Vasi with the genre: Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy.
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conversations.value: For centuries, the Petrescu family has been protecting society from a danger that moves among the population undetected. Eighteen-year-old Vasi Petrescu has never had a problem carrying out his duty, but, when ordered to eliminate a seventeen-year-old girl, he is immediately taken out of his comfort zone.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: The Syndicate
  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.
  Claudette McPhearson walked out of the Clayton County Juvenile Center with a smile on her beautiful face. At sixty years old, the woman still had a youthful disposition about her. She loved children; more specifically, she loved disadvantaged youth. Claudette had been taking in children since she was thirty years old after her husband died in a suspicious fire. They had never gotten a chance to have kids and, even after that, she never had a chance to have children with anyone else.
  Atlanta's weather can be so muggy and wet, she thought as she looked up to the sky. Looks like rain, she thought while waving one more time at the guards. They all loved Ms. Claudette, as they called her. The woman had been a staple in the juvenile facility for many years, often taking in some of the children once they were released by the state.
  Claudette stuffed her bag underneath her arm after she pulled her umbrella out just in case. She smiled as her black Mary Janes clacked against the steel gray concrete. Normally she would call a cab or one of her foster sons would pick her up, but Jojo, her youngest, was late that day. He either was always late or couldn't make it. She sent him a text reminding him but decided that she'd just take the bus. It was no big deal to her. She enjoyed the quietness of the bus this time of night. She chuckled thinking that the Lord knew the bus was better than riding with Jojo and listening to some song about a trap queen. Whatever the hell that is, she mused.
  She stumbled a bit as she walked. Her ankle was killing her. Old age had come calling and she hated it. She was still spry but she couldn't deny that her body was telling her to slow down. She was a buxom woman. Not fat in the least, but definitely not small either. Most people claimed she looked like a plumper version of the model Iman. Age and good eating had added an extra twenty pounds over the years but she didn't have diabetes or high blood pressure, things that plagued most black women her age. For the most part, she had done well for herself. She had eight remaining foster children, the youngest one being seventeen. She had raised them, loved and nurtured them into young adults and she was proud of that. Jojo, Melissa, Shanelle, Inez, Lamont, Naveen, Javon, and Cory were her pride and joy.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I ran a hand down my face. Mom had no idea that, before she died, I was already what she didn't want me to be before. I grabbed her picture from my nightstand then lay back on my full-sized bed.
  Water burned my lids as I glanced out the window. "Everything falling apart now, Ma. I know you see it—"
  I stopped talking when the knob on my door turned. Once I saw who it was, I jumped off my bed and stood defensively. "What the fuck do you want, Cory?" I asked.
  That was the secret between him and me. I'd walked in on it once and didn't try to hide that I'd seen it, but Inez begged me not to say anything so I didn't, but I tried to avoid Cory like the plague these days. Not to mention that he found out about my little secret. So between giving him half of my supply so he could sell it to Inez and her friends as well as to his colleagues, he and I ain't really have shit to talk about.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: So between giving him half of my supply so he could sell it to Inez and her friends as well as to his colleagues, he and I ain't really have shit to talk about.. Not to mention that he found out about my little secret. I'd walked in on it once and didn't try to hide that I'd seen it, but Inez begged me not to say anything so I didn't, but I tried to avoid Cory like the plague these days.
  That was the secret between him and me. "What the fuck do you want, Cory?" I asked. Once I saw who it was, I jumped off my bed and stood defensively. I know you see it—"
  I stopped talking when the knob on my door turned. "Everything falling apart now, Ma.
  Water burned my lids as I glanced out the window. I grabbed her picture from my nightstand then lay back on my full-sized bed. Mom had no idea that, before she died, I was already what she didn't want me to be before.I ran a hand down my face
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Lucky helped the old man over. It was odd to me to see Italians so accepting of a bastard offspring, especially one who had black in him. Javon didn't kneel, but he dipped his head so the old man could place a kiss there. He took Javon's hand in both of his and squeezed as he spoke.
  The old man held his hand out and one of his guards placed a small black box in it. He opened it and pulled out a ring. It was similar to the crested one Lucky and the old man wore, but it had the symbol for the Syndicate on there as well. He slipped it on Javon's left ring finger then grabbed his face to kiss both his cheeks.
  Now it made sense how Javon was able to effectively take out the Irish. I was so gotdamned shocked that I didn't notice the old man give a hand signal to his guards. So when gunfire erupted, I immediately drew my weapon and shielded Javon, but there was no need to. The other six members of the Syndicate had been executed at the hands of the Commission. Javon's hands were clean so any backlash against him would mean backlash against the Commission.
  The Commission consisted of the top five crime families in New York and Italy. Javon had just made himself a "made" man. No one saw that coming, not even me. The game had officially changed.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: The game had officially changed.. No one saw that coming, not even me. Javon had just made himself a "made" man.
  The Commission consisted of the top five crime families in New York and Italy. Javon's hands were clean so any backlash against him would mean backlash against the Commission. The other six members of the Syndicate had been executed at the hands of the Commission. So when gunfire erupted, I immediately drew my weapon and shielded Javon, but there was no need to. I was so gotdamned shocked that I didn't notice the old man give a hand signal to his guards.
  Now it made sense how Javon was able to effectively take out the Irish. He slipped it on Javon's left ring finger then grabbed his face to kiss both his cheeks. It was similar to the crested one Lucky and the old man wore, but it had the symbol for the Syndicate on there as well. He opened it and pulled out a ring.
  The old man held his hand out and one of his guards placed a small black box in it. He took Javon's hand in both of his and squeezed as he spoke. Javon didn't kneel, but he dipped his head so the old man could place a kiss there. It was odd to me to see Italians so accepting of a bastard offspring, especially one who had black in him.Lucky helped the old man over