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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Dolores, Claiborne, Vera entitled Dolores Claiborne.
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conversations.value: Dolores Claiborne: While being interrogated, Dolores Claiborne wants to make clear to the police that she did not kill her wealthy employer, an elderly woman named Vera Donovan whom she has looked after for years.\nShe does, however, confess to orchestrating the death of her husband, Joe st George, almost 30 years before, after finding out that he sexually molested their fourteen-year-old daughter, Selena.\nDolores\'s "confession" develops into the story of her life, her troubled marriage, and her relationship with her employer.
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Dolores, Selena, Vera entitled Dolores Claiborne.
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conversations.value: Dolores Claiborne (film): Dolores Claiborne (Kathy Bates) works as a domestic servant on a Maine island.\nThe film opens with Dolores having a struggle with her elderly, paralyzed employer Vera Donovan (Judy Parfitt) in her mansion, after which Vera falls down the staircase.\nDolores ransacks the kitchen and is then caught by a mailman as she stands over Vera with a rolling pin, apparently intending to kill her.\nVera dies and the police begin a murder investigation.\nDolores' daughter, Selena st George (Leigh), a successful New York City journalist who struggles with depression and alcoholism, arrives in town to support her mother, despite her own doubts about Dolores' innocence.\nDolores insists that she did not kill her employer, but finds little sympathy as the entire town believes she murdered her husband, Joe st George (David Strathairn) almost twenty years earlier.\nSome of the town's inhabitants harass her by vandalizing her home, taunting her in the street, and driving by her house screaming at her.\nDetective John Mackey (Christopher Plummer), who was the chief detective in her husband's murder case, is determined to put Dolores away for life.\nSelena also believes that Dolores killed her father, and has not spoken to her mother in over a decade.\nAs the film develops, it is revealed that Joe was an abusive alcoholic, and that one night Dolores had threatened to kill him if he ever harmed her again.\nDolores went to work as a housemaid for millionaire Vera Donovan in order to raise enough money to pay for Selena's education, and had gone to the bank to withdraw her money so she and Selena could flee Joe's abuse.\nThe plan backfired, however, when the bank notified Dolores that Joe stole the money from Selena's savings account.\nIn the present, Dolores says that Vera had thrown herself down the staircase and begged Dolores to put her out of her misery.\nMackey refuses to believe her, and reveals that Vera has left her entire fortune to Dolores.\nMackey informs them that the will is eight years old, which nearly convinces Selena that her mother is guilty.\nDolores decides that it is time to reveal the truth to Selena: she did in fact kill Joe, and it was actually Vera who suggested the plan to her.\nDolores says that she had been pushed to the breaking point upon realizing that Joe had been molesting Selena, which Selena furiously denies both in the past and present.\nAfter a fierce argument Selena storms out, leaving her mother to fend for herself.\nIn a flashback to a scene some 20 years before, Dolores breaks down and confesses of her troubled home life to Vera.\nAn unusually sympathetic Vera implies that she had killed her late, unfaithful husband Jack, and engineered it to look like an accident.\nVera's confession forms a bond between the two women and allows Dolores to take control of her situation.\nAs a total solar eclipse approaches, Dolores and the young Selena have an argument about Dolores' suspicions regarding Joe's sexual abuse.\nSelena flees home for the weekend to work at a hotel, where guests have flocked for the eclipse.\nJoe soon returns from working on a fishing boat, and as a treat, Dolores offers him a bottle of Scotch.\nAfter Joe gets drunk, Dolores reveals that she knows that he has stolen from Selena's account and molested his own daughter.\nDolores provokes him into attacking her and falling down an old well, leaving him to die as he plunges to the stone bottom.\nIn the present, Selena hears the story on a tape left for her by Dolores, who had foreseen her departure.\nWhile on the ferry, Selena suddenly uncovers a repressed memory of her father forcing her to give him a handjob.\nRealizing that her mother was telling the truth all along, Selena rushes back to Dolores as she is attending the coroner's inquest.\nAs Mackey makes a case to be sent to a grand jury in an attempt to indict Dolores for murder, Selena tells him that he has no admissible evidence, and that despite an often-stormy relationship, Vera and Dolores loved each other.\nRealizing that the case would very likely fail, Mackey reluctantly drops the charges.\nThe film ends with Dolores and Selena reconciling on the ferry wharf before Selena returns to New York.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Dolores Claiborne
  In the northwestern part of Maine—in the area known as the Lakes District—the small town of Sharbot curves like a crescent around a beautiful body of water called Dark Score Lake. Dark Score is one of the deepest lakes in New England—better than three hundred feet in some places. Some of the locals have been known to claim it is bottomless... but usually only after a few beers (in Sharbot, half a dozen is considered a few).
  If one were to draw a straight line across a map of the state from northwest to southeast, beginning at the tiny cartographic point which represents Sharbot and continuing through the larger dot that marks the city of Bangor, one would eventually come to the smallest dot of all—a tiny green grain standing off in the Atlantic about sixteen miles from Bar Harbor. This small green grain is Little Tall Island, population 204 in the 1990 census, down from an all-time high of 527 in the census of 1960.
  Yet in the summer of 1963, the last summer before America—and the whole world—would be changed forever by an assassin's bullet, Sharbot and Little Tall were linked by a remarkable celestial phenomenon: the last total eclipse visible in northern New England until the year 2016.
  Both Sharbot, in far western Maine, and Little Tall Island, the state's easternmost spot, lay in the path of totality. And although over half the towns along the path of the eclipse were denied a view of the phenomenon by low-hanging clouds on that still, humid day, both Sharbot and Little Tall enjoyed perfect viewing conditions. For residents of Sharbot, the eclipse began at 4:29 P.M., EDT; for residents of Little Tall, it began at 4:34. The period of totality which raced across the state lasted almost exactly three minutes. In Sharbot, total darkness lasted from 5:39 until 5:41; on Little Tall, darkness was total from 5:42 until almost 5:43, a period of fifty-nine seconds, in fact.
  As this strange darkness rolled its wave across the state, stars came out and filled the daytime sky; birds went to roost; bats circled aimlessly above chimneys; cows lay down in the fields where they had been cropping and went to sleep. The sun became a blazing fairy-ring in the sky, and as the world within that swatch of unnatural blackness lay suspended and hushed and the crickets began to sing, two people who would never meet sensed each other, turned toward each other as flowers turn to follow the heat of the sun.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Dolores Claiborne
  In the northwestern part of Maine—in the area known as the Lakes District—the small town of Sharbot curves like a crescent around a beautiful body of water called Dark Score Lake. Dark Score is one of the deepest lakes in New England—better than three hundred feet in some places. Some of the locals have been known to claim it is bottomless... but usually only after a few beers (in Sharbot, half a dozen is considered a few).
  If one were to draw a straight line across a map of the state from northwest to southeast, beginning at the tiny cartographic point which represents Sharbot and continuing through the larger dot that marks the city of Bangor, one would eventually come to the smallest dot of all—a tiny green grain standing off in the Atlantic about sixteen miles from Bar Harbor. This small green grain is Little Tall Island, population 204 in the 1990 census, down from an all-time high of 527 in the census of 1960.
  Yet in the summer of 1963, the last summer before America—and the whole world—would be changed forever by an assassin's bullet, Sharbot and Little Tall were linked by a remarkable celestial phenomenon: the last total eclipse visible in northern New England until the year 2016.
  Both Sharbot, in far western Maine, and Little Tall Island, the state's easternmost spot, lay in the path of totality. And although over half the towns along the path of the eclipse were denied a view of the phenomenon by low-hanging clouds on that still, humid day, both Sharbot and Little Tall enjoyed perfect viewing conditions. For residents of Sharbot, the eclipse began at 4:29 P.M., EDT; for residents of Little Tall, it began at 4:34. The period of totality which raced across the state lasted almost exactly three minutes. In Sharbot, total darkness lasted from 5:39 until 5:41; on Little Tall, darkness was total from 5:42 until almost 5:43, a period of fifty-nine seconds, in fact.
  As this strange darkness rolled its wave across the state, stars came out and filled the daytime sky; birds went to roost; bats circled aimlessly above chimneys; cows lay down in the fields where they had been cropping and went to sleep.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She gave a little shrug and shook her long hair back at the same time—it was her Kiss-My-Back-Cheeks look if I ever seen it. "I chartered it because I love that tubby old whore," she says. "Little Tall Island is my favorite place in all the world, Dolores—do you know that?"
  Vera brought me the water and I drank it down all at once. She sat down across from me, lookin concerned. "Are you all right, Dolores?" she ast. All at once knowin what day you plan to kill your husband on, I guess that'd be apt to bring anyone over funny.
  Three hours or so later, with the warsh done and the marketin done and the groceries put away and the carpets vacuumed and a tiny casserole put away in the refrigerator for her solitary supper (she mighta shared her bed with the hunky from time to time, but I never saw her share her dinner-table with him), I was gatherin up my things to leave. Vera was sittin at the kitchen table, doin the newspaper crossword puzzle.
  When did you ever worry about offendin me or anyone else, you snooty bitch? I thought, but accourse I didn't say it. And besides, she really did look concerned when she thought I might be gonna faint, although that coulda been because she was afraid I'd go down on my nose n bleed all over her kitchen floor, which I'd waxed just the day before.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about need.
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conversations.value: She gave a little shrug and shook her long hair back at the same time—it was her Kiss-My-Back-Cheeks look if I ever seen it. "I chartered it because I love that tubby old whore," she says. "Little Tall Island is my favorite place in all the world, Dolores—do you know that?"
  Vera brought me the water and I drank it down all at once. She sat down across from me, lookin concerned. "Are you all right, Dolores?" she ast. "Do you need to lie down?"
  I had, too. All at once knowin what day you plan to kill your husband on, I guess that'd be apt to bring anyone over funny. 
  Three hours or so later, with the warsh done and the marketin done and the groceries put away and the carpets vacuumed and a tiny casserole put away in the refrigerator for her solitary supper (she mighta shared her bed with the hunky from time to time, but I never saw her share her dinner-table with him), I was gatherin up my things to leave. Vera was sittin at the kitchen table, doin the newspaper crossword puzzle. 
  When did you ever worry about offendin me or anyone else, you snooty bitch? I thought, but accourse I didn't say it. And besides, she really did look concerned when she thought I might be gonna faint, although that coulda been because she was afraid I'd go down on my nose n bleed all over her kitchen floor, which I'd waxed just the day before.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Thad Beaumont would like to say he's innocent. He'd like to say he has nothing to do with the series of monstrous murders that keep coming closer to his home. He'd like to say he has nothing to do with the twisted imagination that produced his bestselling novels. He'd like to say he has nothing to do with the voice on the phone uttering its obscene threats and demanding total surrender.
  Question: how can Thad disown the ultimate embodiment of evil that goes by the name he gave it, and signs its crime with Thad's bloody fingerprints? Answer: he can't. Meet THE DARK HALF.
  The Gunslinger, a haunting figure, seemingly alone in a world of ominous landscape and macabre menace. Join him on his elusive search for the Dark Tower. Join him as he pursues the Man in Black, encounters the sexually ravenous Alice, and befriends the kid from Earth called Jake.
  The quest for the Dark Tower continues as Roland, the Last Gunslinger, is drawn through a mysterious door that brings him into contemporary America. Here he links forces with Eddie Dean, the defiant one, and Odetta Holmes, the brave one, in a savage struggle against underworld evil and otherworldly enemies.
  Roland, the Last Gunslinger, with Eddie Dean and Susannah, moves ever closer to the Dark Tower of his dreams and nightmares as he crosses a desert of damnation and enters a macabre world that seems eerily familiar. A world that is a twisted mirror image of our own, a world filled with haunting adventure.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: A world that is a twisted mirror image of our own, a world filled with haunting adventure. He'd like to say he has nothing to do with the series of monstrous murders that keep coming closer to his home. He'd like to say he has nothing to do with the twisted imagination that produced his bestselling novels. He'd like to say he has nothing to do with the voice on the phone uttering its obscene threats and demanding total surrender.
  Question: how can Thad disown the ultimate embodiment of evil that goes by the name he gave it, and signs its crime with Thad's bloody fingerprints? Answer: he can't. Meet THE DARK HALF.
  The Gunslinger, a haunting figure, seemingly alone in a world of ominous landscape and macabre menace. Join him on his elusive search for the Dark Tower. Join him as he pursues the Man in Black, encounters the sexually ravenous Alice, and befriends the kid from Earth called Jake.
  The quest for the Dark Tower continues as Roland, the Last Gunslinger, is drawn through a mysterious door that brings him into contemporary America. Here he links forces with Eddie Dean, the defiant one, and Odetta Holmes, the brave one, in a savage struggle against underworld evil and otherworldly enemies.
  Roland, the Last Gunslinger, with Eddie Dean and Susannah, moves ever closer to the Dark Tower of his dreams and nightmares as he crosses a desert of damnation and enters a macabre world that seems eerily familiar.Thad Beaumont would like to say he's innocent.