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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Times, Virginia, Henley with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Let It Snow'
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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Let It Snow about DIV>the, FALL, SNOW with the genre: Children's Books, Early Learning?
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conversations.value: <DIV>the author has written and/or illustrated more than forty books for children including LET IT FALL and LET IT SNOW. She lives in Amherst, New Hampshire, with her husband, Eric, and two daughters.</DIV>
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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Let It Snow about Toot, amp, Puddle with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
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conversations.value: the author has worked as an artist for more than thirty years and is the author of ten previous and highly acclaimed Toot &amp; Puddle picture books, as well as an illustrated memoir, The Art of the author.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book? Start with the sentence 'Let It Snow
  Well, to be more precise, it was the afternoon before Christmas'.
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conversations.value: Let It Snow
  Well, to be more precise, it was the afternoon before Christmas. But before I take you into the beating heart of the action, let's get one thing out of the way. I know from experience that if it comes up later, it will distract you so much that you won't be able to concentrate on anything else I tell you.
  I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole. But no. If you saw me, you'd get the idea pretty quickly that I'm not a stripper (I think). I have a little black bob. I wear glasses half the time, and contacts the other half. I'm sixteen, I sing in choir, I attend Mathletes events. I play field hockey, which lacks the undulating, baby-oiled grace that is the stripper's stock and trade. (I have no problem with strippers, in case any strippers are reading this. I'm just not one. My major concern, stripage-wise, is the latex. I think latex is probably bad for your skin because it doesn't allow it to breathe.)
  The Price Family Annual Smorgasbord is a big deal in our personal history. It was how we got together in the first place. Before the Smorgasbord, Noah Price was just a star in my sky... constant, familiar, bright, and far above me. I'd known Noah since the fourth grade, but it felt like I knew him in the same way that I know people on television. I knew the name. I watched the show. Sure, Noah was a bit closer than that... but somehow when it's real, when it's your life... that person can feel even farther off and more unobtainable than an actual celebrity. Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.
  When I got there, I spent most of the night safely propped up in a corner talking to his sister, who (though I love her) is not exactly deep. There is only so much you can say about your favorite brands of hoodies before you feel the conversational walls closing in. But she can go like a champion. Elise has some Thoughts on the Subject.
  I finally took a break just as Noah's mom was setting out another plate and I could make the Oh-excuse-me-but-doesn't-that-look-good excuse. I had no idea what was on it, but it turned out to be pickled fish. I was backing away, but his mom said, "You have to try a piece."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: I approached the curve exactly as I was taught in drivers' ed: with my hands at two and ten o'clock, I turned the steering wheel slightly to the right while gently applying the brakes. But Carla did not respond appropriately. She kept going straight.
  I didn't say anything; I just kept turning the steering wheel to the right and pressing the brake. We began to slow as we approached the snowdrift, but we never gave even the slightest hint of turning. Instead, we barreled into a wall of snow with a noise like a sonic boom. I responded to this development with the kind of sophisticated language for which I am famous. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid crap."
  The Duke reached over and turned the car off. "Risk of carbon-monoxide poisoning," she said matter-of-factly, as if we were not stone-cold screwed ten miles from home.
  The Duke looked me over and smirked. "May I point out," she said, "how much you will soon regret not listening to my footwear advice back at the house?" I glanced down at the snow falling on my Pumas and winced.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about falling, beginning.
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conversations.value: I approached the curve exactly as I was taught in drivers' ed: with my hands at two and ten o'clock, I turned the steering wheel slightly to the right while gently applying the brakes. But Carla did not respond appropriately. She kept going straight. 
  I didn't say anything; I just kept turning the steering wheel to the right and pressing the brake. We began to slow as we approached the snowdrift, but we never gave even the slightest hint of turning. Instead, we barreled into a wall of snow with a noise like a sonic boom. 
  Once we stopped, I spun my head around in time to see chunks of icy snow falling behind the car, beginning to cover us up. I responded to this development with the kind of sophisticated language for which I am famous. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid crap. "
  The Duke reached over and turned the car off. "Risk of carbon-monoxide poisoning," she said matter-of-factly, as if we were not stone-cold screwed ten miles from home. 
  The Duke looked me over and smirked. "May I point out," she said, "how much you will soon regret not listening to my footwear advice back at the house?" I glanced down at the snow falling on my Pumas and winced.
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conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Dorrie stepped closer to me. "You did good, Addie," she said. "I doubted you, but I shouldn't have, and... well, you did good."
  My cheeks stayed warm, and I was glad no one in the store had ESP, because that was a classically self-absorbed misinterpretation. But even if they did have ESP—and how would I know, anyway?—it was certainly no crisis.
  His lips touched mine, and a ringing filled my head, sweet and silver and pure. It was probably the bell on the door, jingling as Dorrie and Tegan went out. But I was far too busy to check.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Dorrie stepped closer to me. "You did good, Addie," she said. "I doubted you, but I shouldn't have, and... well, you did good."
  My cheeks stayed warm, and I was glad no one in the store had ESP, because that was a classically self-absorbed misinterpretation. But even if they did have ESP—and how would I know, anyway?—it was certainly no crisis.
  His lips touched mine, and a ringing filled my head, sweet and silver and pure. It was probably the bell on the door, jingling as Dorrie and Tegan went out.