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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Midnight Movie'
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conversations.value: Midnight Movie
  I coughed and cleared my throat right into the mouthpiece, then said, "What." That's all. Nothing good could come of an eight-in-the-morning phone call, so I figured the quicker we got down to business, the better. Screw pleasantries.
  The dude said, "Mr. Hoopler? Toeb Hoopler?" He said "Toeb" rather than "Toe-bee." An eight o'clock phone call with a mispronounced first name and a butchered last name. Fuck, man.
  I said, "Can I help you with something?" I kind of disguised my voice, deemphasizing the Texas accent. I don't know why, really. It's not like he would've recognized me or anything—if he didn't know how to say my damn name, it's doubtful he would've known my damn voice—but you never know. If he didn't know I was me, maybe I could tell him he had the wrong number.
  The dude said, "Toeb, my name is Dude McGee, and I'm calling from the South by Southwest festival in Austin, Texas."
  I was a fan of South by Southwest, so I decided to not curse him out and hang up. I said, "Hold on," then I put the phone down, went to the bathroom, took a leak, flushed, washed, squirted some Purell on my hands, then picked up the receiver again. I asked the guy, "Your name is Dude?"
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: Brooks and Rayburn are among the deceased. The full list of casualities is available online at the Omaha
  Detroit police spokesman Ashley Arthur says the department has not ruled out the possibility that there is more than one assailant. "A copycat is not out of the question. The weapon used in all of the murders, a Glock 9 mm, model 26, is a relatively easily accessible gun. It could also be the work of an organized group."
  A hotline has been set up. Anybody with information leading to the capture of the assailants should call
  June 26, 2009—I have tasted blood. I have tasted blood, and I like it. I have tasted blood, and I realize that tasting food was a waste of time. That law enforcement was a waste of time. That America was a waste of time. That music was a waste of time. That movies were a waste of time. That sex was a waste of time. That love was a waste of time. That family was a waste of time. That life was a waste of time.
  The only thing that makes sense is the taste of blood, the taste of suffering, the taste of death. I do not know why I did not realize it sooner.
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conversations.value: the last three paragraphs
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conversations.value: I was barely out of the womb when I was bitten by the film bug. All I ever remember wanting to do was make movies, and director/writer is the only job I've ever had.
  I think the most interesting thing about film is that it's limitless. You can do anything you can imagine, and because of that, it always is a challenge, and it always will be a challenge, so I have a job for life.
  Hollywood is a magical place where unicorns dance under rainbows, and everybody loves everybody, and everyone speaks the truth at all times. How could I ever get frustrated with that?