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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Tim, Virginia, Virginia\'s entitled Black Wings Has My Angel.
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conversations.value: Black Wings Has My Angel: Narrated in first person by con "Tim Sunblade", after escaping from prison, Tim starts off in a backwoods Mississippi motel after working on a drilling rig on the Atchafalaya River when he meets "Virginia", a call girl whom he hired to satisfy his needs.\nAfter spending several days in the motel together, they head out together with Tim thinking of when and how he is going to ditch her.\nHe recalls his escape from prison and the plan to obtain large amounts of money when his partner in crime, Jeepie, is killed during the escape.\nCircumstances lead the couple, after trying to get away from each other, back together.\nThe two duke it out to get Tim\'s money, which they have sewn into the panels of a pink girdle.\nThey settle into a love/hate relationship when Tim realizes that she might be the perfect person to help him pull off a heist.\nThe two wind up in Colorado where Tim discovers a part of Virginia\'s past and what she is truly running from and the people after her.\nHe lets her in on his plans and they plot to rob an armored truck.\nThey pretend to be a married couple and buy a house in a suburban part of Denver while Tim looks for a job and finally obtains one at a factory as a steel cutter.\nHe does his homework on his off time, at a bank, watching the armored truck that rolls in and out of there.\nThere is one night that Tim and Virginia go to an old haunt of Virginia\'s, where an old friend of hers, Mamie, calls her "Jennie" and talks about how Virginia used to be a debutant and came from a good family.\nAfter spending weeks idly waiting for the right opportunity, they practice the heist.\nHe has studied the armored truck and knows everything from the stops it makes, to how long they are at each location, to when the truck is left in the best position to rob.\nThe time finally comes and he steals the truck, killing one of the guards that sits in the back with the money.\nHe takes off while the driver is inside the building and meets up with Virginia.\nThey start driving and while she drives, he counts the money in the back.\nA cool $89,000.\nThey get to a secluded place out in the woods, Cripple Creek, where they had previously stayed that has a mine shaft and they push the armored truck and the trailer that hauled it, into the shaft.\nAs Tim narrates, he lets on that this story is his confession as he\'s writing it in his prison cell and continues on how they made their way to New Orleans.\nIn New Orleans, they meet Eddie Arceneaux and his sister, Loralee, a couple of youngsters from a wealthy family.\nTim finds that he and Virginia are becoming the snobbish, rich people types, the types that he hates.\nBuying everything and anything they want.\nVirginia is becoming too high maintenance and spoiled for her own good.\nNothing is going the way they planned after they got the money and Tim finds himself face to face with his past when he runs into old neighbors from his hometown that call him "Kenneth McLure".\nEddie proclaims that he is going to seduce Virginia and they\'ll run away together, and Tim starts to believe they really will after he finds the room empty after Loralee tries and succeeds to seduce him in the bathroom of their hotel.\nVirginia, however, returns alone and Tim forces her to leave New Orleans.\nThey make their way to the Gulf of Mexico and end up in Tim\'s hometown of Masonville, Mississippi.\nHe wants to check out Nona Hickman, an old girlfriend\'s, house when they are stopped suddenly by a cop.\nInstead of stopping, they make a run for it, and start a police chase that ends in Virginia killing the first cop and Tim getting out of the car while Virginia panics and drives off leaving him with the other cop.\nTim in defense, shoots the other cop and makes a break for it before he is eventually caught and badly beaten, burned with cigars and thrown in jail.\nThe cops stopped them because they thought they were the suspects of a grocery store robbing.\nThey question him but he refuses to give up Virginia or the color of their car.\nFor being a cop killer, the cops that have Tim in custody beat him severely, breaking each finger separately and dislocating his shoulder.\nIt isn\'t too long before Virginia is caught and thrown in jail.\nThey form a story together to blame another person for the shootings but they escape the jail when one of the guards lets himself into Virginia\'s cell one night and she hits him over the head with a stool and takes the keys and her and Tim fly to Denver.\nIn Denver, they stay at the hotel in the secluded part where the old mine shaft is.\nThey blend in with the tourists, going skiing and finally renting a house out there.\nVirginia starts to obsess about death and being in the electric chair.\nOne day, they go out skiing and for a picnic near the mine shaft.\nThey both feel drawn to it and feel like if they don\'t look down inside it, it\'ll eat at them forever.\nThey inch their way towards the open shaft and finally look into the 600 foot drop.\nAfter looking into it, they feel a relief and start to dance around.\nVirginia suddenly slips and falls into the shaft opening but lands on an unstable rubble landing 40 feet down.\nTim panics and goes back to the hotel to find rope and runs into his "old FBI friend", Clell Dooley, who was the one who put him in prison.\nHe had seen him in New Orleans but Clell didn\'t see him, but Clell now notices Tim when Tim turns and runs out the door to go back to Virginia.\nWhen Clell and four or five other men find Tim, he is sitting near the mine shaft in a daze, thinking about where Virginia is.\nTim recalls looking back into the hole and 40 or so feet down, and seeing "a lump", like a kind of bow of rock sticking out and nothing else.\nYou assume he means Virginia\'s body.\nThe end concludes with Tim asking the men if they have seen Virginia but they said they didn\'t seem to know about her before they start hitting him and carry him off.
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conversations.value: Black Wings Has My Angel: Narrated in first person by con "Tim Sunblade", after escaping from prison, Tim starts off in a backwoods Mississippi motel after working on a drilling rig on the Atchafalaya River when he meets "Virginia", a call girl whom he hired to satisfy his needs.\nAfter spending several days in the motel together, they head out together with Tim thinking of when and how he is going to ditch her.\nHe recalls his escape from prison and the plan to obtain large amounts of money when his partner in crime, Jeepie, is killed during the escape.\nCircumstances lead the couple, after trying to get away from each other, back together.\nThe two duke it out to get Tim\'s money, which they have sewn into the panels of a pink girdle.\nThey settle into a love/hate relationship when Tim realizes that she might be the perfect person to help him pull off a heist.\nThe two wind up in Colorado where Tim discovers a part of Virginia\'s past and what she is truly running from and the people after her.\nHe lets her in on his plans and they plot to rob an armored truck.\nThey pretend to be a married couple and buy a house in a suburban part of Denver while Tim looks for a job and finally obtains one at a factory as a steel cutter.\nHe does his homework on his off time, at a bank, watching the armored truck that rolls in and out of there.\nThere is one night that Tim and Virginia go to an old haunt of Virginia\'s, where an old friend of hers, Mamie, calls her "Jennie" and talks about how Virginia used to be a debutant and came from a good family.\nAfter spending weeks idly waiting for the right opportunity, they practice the heist.\nHe has studied the armored truck and knows everything from the stops it makes, to how long they are at each location, to when the truck is left in the best position to rob.\nThe time finally comes and he steals the truck, killing one of the guards that sits in the back with the money.\nHe takes off while the driver is inside the building and meets up with Virginia.\nThey start driving and while she drives, he counts the money in the back.\nA cool $89,000.\nThey get to a secluded place out in the woods, Cripple Creek, where they had previously stayed that has a mine shaft and they push the armored truck and the trailer that hauled it, into the shaft.\nAs Tim narrates, he lets on that this story is his confession as he\'s writing it in his prison cell and continues on how they made their way to New Orleans.\nIn New Orleans, they meet Eddie Arceneaux and his sister, Loralee, a couple of youngsters from a wealthy family.\nTim finds that he and Virginia are becoming the snobbish, rich people types, the types that he hates.\nBuying everything and anything they want.\nVirginia is becoming too high maintenance and spoiled for her own good.\nNothing is going the way they planned after they got the money and Tim finds himself face to face with his past when he runs into old neighbors from his hometown that call him "Kenneth McLure".\nEddie proclaims that he is going to seduce Virginia and they\'ll run away together, and Tim starts to believe they really will after he finds the room empty after Loralee tries and succeeds to seduce him in the bathroom of their hotel.\nVirginia, however, returns alone and Tim forces her to leave New Orleans.\nThey make their way to the Gulf of Mexico and end up in Tim\'s hometown of Masonville, Mississippi.\nHe wants to check out Nona Hickman, an old girlfriend\'s, house when they are stopped suddenly by a cop.\nInstead of stopping, they make a run for it, and start a police chase that ends in Virginia killing the first cop and Tim getting out of the car while Virginia panics and drives off leaving him with the other cop.\nTim in defense, shoots the other cop and makes a break for it before he is eventually caught and badly beaten, burned with cigars and thrown in jail.\nThe cops stopped them because they thought they were the suspects of a grocery store robbing.\nThey question him but he refuses to give up Virginia or the color of their car.\nFor being a cop killer, the cops that have Tim in custody beat him severely, breaking each finger separately and dislocating his shoulder.\nIt isn\'t too long before Virginia is caught and thrown in jail.\nThey form a story together to blame another person for the shootings but they escape the jail when one of the guards lets himself into Virginia\'s cell one night and she hits him over the head with a stool and takes the keys and her and Tim fly to Denver.\nIn Denver, they stay at the hotel in the secluded part where the old mine shaft is.\nThey blend in with the tourists, going skiing and finally renting a house out there.\nVirginia starts to obsess about death and being in the electric chair.\nOne day, they go out skiing and for a picnic near the mine shaft.\nThey both feel drawn to it and feel like if they don\'t look down inside it, it\'ll eat at them forever.\nThey inch their way towards the open shaft and finally look into the 600 foot drop.\nAfter looking into it, they feel a relief and start to dance around.\nVirginia suddenly slips and falls into the shaft opening but lands on an unstable rubble landing 40 feet down.\nTim panics and goes back to the hotel to find rope and runs into his "old FBI friend", Clell Dooley, who was the one who put him in prison.\nHe had seen him in New Orleans but Clell didn\'t see him, but Clell now notices Tim when Tim turns and runs out the door to go back to Virginia.\nWhen Clell and four or five other men find Tim, he is sitting near the mine shaft in a daze, thinking about where Virginia is.\nTim recalls looking back into the hole and 40 or so feet down, and seeing "a lump", like a kind of bow of rock sticking out and nothing else.\nYou assume he means Virginia\'s body.
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Black Wings Has My Angel
  I sat down next to this oracle of the free press and ordered a double Harper and water. If you want, for purposes of drawing the picture, to consider these fellows the line of a football team—and God knows that is a laugh—the oracle was playing right end. The only empty stool at the bar was to the right of him and this was probably no coincidence. He kept talking to the others. Talking to them in the mirror behind the bar, the way newspapermen do in the movies. Most of them are carrying on terrific love affairs with themselves and when they talk into a mirror they can watch themselves and listen to themselves at the same time. It's the kind of bargain they can't resist. "Women," said the oracle, "are receptacles for man's lust—not for whisky."
  They ordered again and apparently forgot about women and receptacles and the oracle yielded the floor amusedly, studying his own amusement in the mirror, to a young redhead with blue pimples and a blue button-down shirt. The young redhead said vexedly—studying his vexation in the mirror—that long fiction was for the birds. "The slick magazines are the thing. You write yourself a novel and you get so many characters in it you can't keep up with them. And you get no money out of it even if you can keep up."
  They were still laughing when I left the bar, laughing gravely the way newspapermen do in the films, their neckties pulled down just so far, the top buttons of their shirts undone, enjoying the hell out of themselves.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Close to the shore, beyond the beach to the right of the highway, the Gulf was the color of dishwater. This faded into a pale crumpled green and amethyst and out farther, to turquoise. The sun lay over sand and water and highway, thick and warm as melted butter, and until I noticed this it hadn't occurred to me how much time we'd killed in the hotel room arguing about leaving.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: THE EMBERS of the fire winked in the bright morning air on the edge of the shaft and the black circle of burned wood scraps shone in the sunlight, the cinders clean and glinting as a blackbird's wing. I sat there leaning toward the embers, and I remember thinking it was funny someone should be laughing so early in the morning and I kept looking around to see who it was and I never was sure it was me. I figured it might be somebody up in the rocks eating a prospector's breakfast, the way Virginia once told me the tourists did at Cripple Creek. It was more a cackling than laughing. Virginia? Where the devil was Virginia? How like a woman. Time for our morning swim and where was she now? A half-dozen times I'd slogged down to the old campsite and brushed the snow off the hollow cooking rock. She wasn't anywhere around there, nowhere at all. She wasn't at the foot of the baby cliff where we always slept.
  I slapped my hands together and saw the snow fly off them in a thin puff of white, but I did not feel the slapping. How like a woman. Taking the Packard into town and leaving me out here on the edge of this strange hole in the ground. But she drove the Packard beautifully. She pasted the front-left fender onto the center-stripe like it was grooved on a rail. She'd take fine care of it and of the trailer, you could depend on that because no one could drive like Virginia. She was probably getting herself a massage at Mamie's and when she came back to me she would tell me why she'd decided to leave me so long out here by the hole without anyone to talk to. I certainly wanted to talk to someone because she had been gone now ever since I could remember and she was nowhere around earlier when it stopped snowing and last night she'd been so busy bathing in the hundred-dollar bills she didn't know I was alive. And then she bathed in a pile of green canvas hats and Eddie came along and told her to give them back to him because he needed to get back to New Orleans and buy some bracelets for Loralee. I think that's what he said. He was dead drunk on bourbon and Heavenly Hash and some of it was sticking in Loralee's hair but she didn't mind. She always felt fine. Lord, it was lonesome by the hole, so lonesome I crawled over now and then and looked in it, but it was just a deep red hole. On one wall, maybe forty feet down, maybe eighty or a hundred and twenty there was a lump, a kind of bow of rock sticking out, and aside from this there was absolutely nothing to see.
  I was really glad to see Clell Dooley come strutting up the slope in the snow with Wayne Mackin and three or four other men, all of them wearing snowshoes and waving at me a long time before they got to me.
  I tried to ask them if they had seen Virginia, but they didn't seem to know about her and they began hitting me and it seemed Dooley and one of the other men hit me a great many times before they took me off with them.