conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Amoeba, Mexican, Native with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Pillage'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a description for a book titled Pillage about Pillage, Cybilis, Award with the genre: Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy
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conversations.value: Pillage has been nominated for the Cybilis Award 2009. Now in the third year, the Cybils are an international series of book awards selected by a talented panel of children's and young adult book bloggers. The award seeks to find books that strike the balance between literary quality and kid appeal. Nominations were open to the public, and anyone could nominate a book published in the current year. --Cybilis.com
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conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Pillage
  The field on the edge of Callowbrow was filled and students of all shapes and sizes milling around, trying not to look as self-conscious as so many students often did. Callowbrow itself had been torn apart by the dragons, but now many of the repairs were well underway or completed. The school was beginning to look like itself again—the dark bricks jutted out of the green fields and pushed up into the misty sky like scaly beasts. Low clouds crowned the roofs and the high-climbing roses that peppered many of the walls and towers.
  I walked quickly through the milling students, holding one end of a very heavy duffel bag. The other end was being carried by Kate. She had reluctantly agreed to help me with what I was calling an "experiment." I had invited Wyatt to join us, but he had to stay in the library and do some make-up work.
  Kate and I pushed through the students and up to a free-standing shop shed. The door was unlocked, and we slipped in unnoticed. I closed and bolted the door behind us. I could still hear students doing student-like things outside. I set the weighty bag on the ground and unzipped the long zipper.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: Aeron shifted and looked me directly in the eyes. His face looked tired and drawn. He tried to smile and then waved as if that would have to do for now.
  I told my father everything I could possibly remember about Mr. Ashen. I told him about the secret passageway and the slide and the painting that looked out.
  I told him about how I only had seven days and how the trees had been picking on me. I went into depth about finding the railroad tracks that led right into the garage house, and I gave him the lowdown on the cave.
  I was so flabbergasted I could barely be sarcastic. Somehow I managed. "You want me to help you pack?"
  He looked me in the eyes again, and I could see that the storm was building. "I love you, Beck," he said kindly, and with that he was gone.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Aeron shifted and looked me directly in the eyes. His face looked tired and drawn. He tried to smile and then waved as if that would have to do for now.
  I told my father everything I could possibly remember about Mr. Ashen. I told him about the secret passageway and the slide and the painting that looked out.
  I told him about how I only had seven days and how the trees had been picking on me. I went into depth about finding the railroad tracks that led right into the garage house, and I gave him the lowdown on the cave.
  I was so flabbergasted I could barely be sarcastic. Somehow I managed. "You want me to help you pack?"
  He looked me in the eyes again, and I could see that the storm was building.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: The reason Millie, Wane, and Scott had been missing was because they had taken Wane to the emergency room. While Lizzy had been tearing apart the dome roof they had all gotten scraped up and Wane had received a concussion from a falling board. None of them said a thing about dragons. We had all been through enough, and there didn't seem to be any wisdom in making things worse. Thomas had been missing because he had actually gone out into the forest looking for me and Kate.
  Kate moved another piece of roof, and a second flash brought me out of my thoughts. I could clearly see every nail and plank we still needed to work on to completely repair the dome. It reminded me of my family and all the work that was still needed to repair my family and my father. For some reason the work didn't scare me.
  Millie came out from beneath the dome and onto the seventh-floor terrace. She had a tray full of food and drinks.
  I missed Lizzy. I missed the feeling of strength she gave me. But Lizzy had taught me something. In fact, I sort of felt like her, but in reverse—she had started out kind and beautiful and grown into an ugly evil creature. Me? I was trying to pull off just the opposite. Even bigger than that was the lesson I had learned from Professor Squall. Apparently there were some things I needed to learn from grown-ups.
  We ate near-perfect food on a near-perfect dome during a near-perfect day. Yes, I worried about my dad, and, yes, I still had a ton of makeup homework to do, but for the moment, my life was pretty close to perfect—quixotic even.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: While Lizzy had been tearing apart the dome roof they had all gotten scraped up and Wane had received a concussion from a falling board. None of them said a thing about dragons. We had all been through enough, and there didn't seem to be any wisdom in making things worse. Thomas had been missing because he had actually gone out into the forest looking for me and Kate.
  Kate moved another piece of roof, and a second flash brought me out of my thoughts. I could clearly see every nail and plank we still needed to work on to completely repair the dome. It reminded me of my family and all the work that was still needed to repair my family and my father. For some reason the work didn't scare me.
  Millie came out from beneath the dome and onto the seventh-floor terrace. She had a tray full of food and drinks.
  I missed Lizzy. I missed the feeling of strength she gave me. But Lizzy had taught me something. In fact, I sort of felt like her, but in reverse—she had started out kind and beautiful and grown into an ugly evil creature. Me? I was trying to pull off just the opposite. Even bigger than that was the lesson I had learned from Professor Squall. Apparently there were some things I needed to learn from grown-ups.
  We ate near-perfect food on a near-perfect dome during a near-perfect day. Yes, I worried about my dad, and, yes, I still had a ton of makeup homework to do, but for the moment, my life was pretty close to perfect—quixotic even.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Pillage
  The mood inside the room was heavy. Kate held the stone in her hands as if it were a baby made of brittle glass. Streaks of new moon slipped through the windows of the manor and painted the room in shades of gray and shadow. The rock she held shimmered lightly, and Kate appeared prettier than I was willing to admit. Her red hair hung forward and down over the stone as she gazed at it with her deep blue eyes.
  Wyatt stood next to me, breathing slowly. His dark hair and stout build made him look tougher than I knew he was. Wyatt had been one of my worst enemies when I had arrived in Kingsplot. Now, however, we were friends. He was still annoying at times, but I liked him. Kate, Wyatt, and I had been through plenty in the last little while and now there was just one more thing we needed to take care of before I could breathe easier.
  I stared at the six-inch-long, oval-shaped, marbled stone. It was gray with ribbons of white and gold running through it. I sighed, knowing that if I wanted I could take it, plant it, and bring something otherworldly to life—something I could use to pillage and stake claim to the spoils my ancestors had gotten rich on. Of course, the last dragon I had grown had almost killed me and Kate. And the ones before that had torn apart the town of Kingsplot. Still, despite the danger dragons were capable of producing, the thought of holding onto the stone was tempting.
  My family had some sort of weird control over things that grew. Plants and vegetation seemed to respond and grow for us in ways that they normally didn't do. I could make leaves float and trees move, and, of course, with the right stones I could even grow dragons. But lately Mother Nature was beating the life out of me. Every tree I passed pinched me. Bushes reached out to trip me. The lawns in front of the manor had found ways of bubbling up and knocking me to the ground where they would give me wicked grass burns. I was convinced that the only way for the beatings to stop was to let go of this last stone.
  We tried to break the rock up with a hammer, but no luck. We then dropped it off the side of a huge cliff, but it still didn't break. It was proving to be indestructible. We considered mailing it somewhere far off, but we couldn't be sure where it would ultimately end up. Wyatt wanted to pitch it into a lake or river, but I knew that in time it would wash up into the wrong hands.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'My palms started to sweat, and the soles of my feet suddenly felt like they were burning'.
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conversations.value: My palms started to sweat, and the soles of my feet suddenly felt like they were burning. I knew from the popular saying that a liar's pants caught on fire, but I wasn't aware that feet could burst into flames as well. I figured that information was in a second verse that I had never learned, due to my poverty-stricken upbringing. Kate could smell blood in the water. She knew I was holding something back, and she was going to find out what it was.
  I did the only thing I could. I stood up, knelt down, and then asked her to the prom. It was spontaneous, it was cheesy, and it was the only thing I could think up to take her mind off me and my lying. Kate was so surprised, she actually gasped.
  Kate interrupted me by throwing her arms around me and kissing me. I kissed her back, marveling at the fantastic direction our conversation was going. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.
  My mind raced with images of myself wearing a tux and having to open car doors and making reservations and having Thomas drive us and the lie I was hiding from Kate.
  I should have felt happy. Instead I felt worried, and possessive of the secret I would never share with Kate.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: I looked past the foyer and into the main hall where the music was playing and people were dancing. I could see Wyatt happily dancing with a girl he had liked for years but had never had the courage to talk to. I guess formal parties just bring out the best in people.
  I was about to walk out and go search for Kate when she finally walked in. I looked at her across the room and realized that she was way too good for me. She didn't have on a dress; instead she was wearing her faded Beatles shirt and blue jeans. She had her hair back, and her blue eyes were drawing me in like magnetic oases.
  I leaned in and kissed Kate. I kissed her because I loved her and because she was my girlfriend and because she was beautiful, but mainly I kissed her because she had her priorities in order. I pulled back and looked into her eyes.
  The two of us made our way to the fourth floor as half of Kingsplot ate, drank, and made merry in the name of.