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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Iowa, Robert, Kincaid with the genre: Romance, Contemporary?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Bridges Of Madison County'
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story titled The Bridges Of Madison County.
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conversations.value: The Bridges of Madison County (film): In the present day, adult siblings Michael and Carolyn arrive at the Iowa farmhouse of Francesca Johnson, their recently deceased, elderly mother, to see about the settlement of their mother's estate.\nAs they go through the contents of her safe deposit box and the will, they are baffled to discover that their mother left very specific instructions that her body be cremated and her ashes thrown off the nearby Roseman Covered Bridge, which is not in accordance with the burial arrangements their parents had made: side-by-side plots in the local cemetery.\nMichael initially refuses to comply with the cremation, while Carolyn discovers a set of photos of her mother and a letter.\nShe manages to convince Michael to set aside his initial reaction so they can read the documents she has discovered.\nOnce alone, they go through a series of letters from a man named Robert Kincaid to their mother.\nThe siblings find their way to a chest where their mother left a letter, a series of diaries, photographs, old cameras and other mementos.\nThey discovered that in 1965, their mother, an Italian war bride, had a four-day affair with Robert Kincaid, a travelling professional photographer who had come to Madison County, Iowa, to shoot a photographic essay for National Geographic on the covered bridges in the area.\nThe affair took place while her husband and children were at the state fair in Illinois.\nThe story in the diaries also reveals the impact the affair had on the lives of Francesca and Robert, since they almost ran away together, so she could travel the world with him.\nHowever, after a wrenching period of decision-making, she decided to stay at the last minute after considering the bigger picture that includes the consequences leaving would have on the lives of her teenage children and husband, who was a good, loving man.\nKincaid is very moved by meeting her.\nHe finds meaning and his true calling as an artist.\nThe story also has deep consequences on the lives of Michael and Carolyn, who are both experiencing marital problems.\nTheir mother's story helped them to find a sense of direction in their lives.\nAt the end, the Johnson siblings comply with their mother's request and scatter their mother's ashes at the covered bridge.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The Bridges of Madison County (film): In the present day, adult siblings Michael and Carolyn arrive at the Iowa farmhouse of Francesca Johnson, their recently deceased, elderly mother, to see about the settlement of their mother's estate.\nAs they go through the contents of her safe deposit box and the will, they are baffled to discover that their mother left very specific instructions that her body be cremated and her ashes thrown off the nearby Roseman Covered Bridge, which is not in accordance with the burial arrangements their parents had made: side-by-side plots in the local cemetery.\nMichael initially refuses to comply with the cremation, while Carolyn discovers a set of photos of her mother and a letter.\nShe manages to convince Michael to set aside his initial reaction so they can read the documents she has discovered.\nOnce alone, they go through a series of letters from a man named Robert Kincaid to their mother.\nThe siblings find their way to a chest where their mother left a letter, a series of diaries, photographs, old cameras and other mementos.\nThey discovered that in 1965, their mother, an Italian war bride, had a four-day affair with Robert Kincaid, a travelling professional photographer who had come to Madison County, Iowa, to shoot a photographic essay for National Geographic on the covered bridges in the area.\nThe affair took place while her husband and children were at the state fair in Illinois.\nThe story in the diaries also reveals the impact the affair had on the lives of Francesca and Robert, since they almost ran away together, so she could travel the world with him.\nHowever, after a wrenching period of decision-making, she decided to stay at the last minute after considering the bigger picture that includes the consequences leaving would have on the lives of her teenage children and husband, who was a good, loving man.\nKincaid is very moved by meeting her.\nHe finds meaning and his true calling as an artist.\nThe story also has deep consequences on the lives of Michael and Carolyn, who are both experiencing marital problems.\nTheir mother's story helped them to find a sense of direction in their lives.
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.. Start with the sentence 'The Bridges of Madison County
  He wished for the thousandth time in his life that he had a dog, a golden retriever, maybe, for travels like this and to keep him company at home'.
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conversations.value: The Bridges of Madison County
  He wished for the thousandth time in his life that he had a dog, a golden retriever, maybe, for travels like this and to keep him company at home. But he was frequently away, overseas much of the time, and it would not be fair to the animal. Still, he thought about it anyway. In a few years he would be getting too old for the hard fieldwork. "I might get a dog then," he said to the coniferous green rolling by his truck window.
  Drives like this always put him into a taking-stock mood. The dog was part of it. Robert Kincaid was as alone as it's possible to be—an only child, parents both dead, distant relatives who had lost truck of him and he of them, no close friends.
  He knew the names of the man who owned the corner market in Bellingham and the proprietor of the photographic store where he bought his supplies. He also had formal, professional relationships with several magazine editors. Other than that, he knew scarcely anyone well, nor they him. Gypsies make difficult friends for ordinary people, and he was something of a gypsy.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Hot, real hot again. The late afternoon sun in Iowa piled itself on top of its earlier damage, which had been absorbed by cement and brick and earth. It fairly blistered down out of the west.
  The tavern had been dark and passably cool, with the front door open and big fans on the ceiling and one on a stand by the door whirring at about a hundred and five decibels. Somehow, though, the noise of the fans, the smell of stale beer and smoke, the blare of the jukebox, and the semihostile faces staring at him from along the bar made it seem hotter than it really was.
  Out on the road the sunlight almost hurt, and he thought about the Cascades and fir trees and breezes along the Strait of San Juan de Fuca, near Kydaka Point.
  Francesca Johnson looked cool, though. She was leaning against the fender of her Ford pickup where she had parked it behind some trees near the bridge. She had on the same jeans that fit her so well, sandals, and a white cotton T-shirt that did nice things for her body. He waved as he pulled up next to her truck.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: He waved as he pulled up next to her truck. The late afternoon sun in Iowa piled itself on top of its earlier damage, which had been absorbed by cement and brick and earth. It fairly blistered down out of the west.
  The tavern had been dark and passably cool, with the front door open and big fans on the ceiling and one on a stand by the door whirring at about a hundred and five decibels. Somehow, though, the noise of the fans, the smell of stale beer and smoke, the blare of the jukebox, and the semihostile faces staring at him from along the bar made it seem hotter than it really was.
  Out on the road the sunlight almost hurt, and he thought about the Cascades and fir trees and breezes along the Strait of San Juan de Fuca, near Kydaka Point.
  Francesca Johnson looked cool, though. She was leaning against the fender of her Ford pickup where she had parked it behind some trees near the bridge. She had on the same jeans that fit her so well, sandals, and a white cotton T-shirt that did nice things for her body.Hot, real hot again.
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conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
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conversations.value: I just stand here, about twilight, makin' that ol' horn weep, and I play that tune for a man named Robert Kincaid and a woman he called Francesca.