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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Half Moon Investigations about FLETCHER, MOON, Half with the genre: Teen & Young Adult
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conversations.value: FLETCHER MOON. has never been like other kids. For one thing, he has had to suffer the humilliating nickname " Half Moon" because of his short stature. But the real reason Fletcher is different is that ever since he was a baby he's has a nose for sniffin out mysteries...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Half Moon Investigations
  Red's face grew long and weary. "Very. About ten grand's worth, at a guess. Of course, if I cry in court, it could be twenty."
  Cassidy tossed him the phone. "I need to go over there for a minute, because of a suspicious noise that I just heard. If someone were to sneak in while I'm away, it's hardly my fault, is it?"
  We filed past Officer Cassidy. On this occasion even Herod managed to keep his trap shut. Cassidy was on a hair trigger, and one smart remark could have the lot of us thrown out on our ears.
  As I squeezed past his belly, Cassidy laid a hand on my shoulder. "Keep an eye out for Fletcher Moon, Watson. He's a psychopath, that one, mark my words."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'The obvious question'.
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conversations.value: The obvious question. I was hoping someone would ask it. I paused before answering. Whatever I said next would change my life. Someone I liked a lot would be hurt. Forever. For there was no chance that I was wrong. I knew who the guilty party was.
  I turned, blocking the sparkle of her costume from my vision. What I was doing was cruel, but it had to be done. This had to stop tonight.
  She took a step to the left, her sequins glinting. "Why can't you look at me, Fletcher? Is it because you know I'm innocent?"
  She didn't answer. Not because she didn't have an answer, but because she was going for the innocent, hurt look.
  I paused for breath. You could have heard a potato chip crunch—but didn't because this drama was more absorbing than any snack. Which is saying a lot for school kids.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Red slapped the table. People jumped. "Snap out of it, Half Moon. I need help. I need the truth, and the truth is your speciality. What are you going to do? Mope for the rest of your life?"
  A curse. No such thing, as far as detectives are concerned. But they can have a devastating effect on superstitious people.
  Red was smiling back at me. "Okay. I'm not in trouble. But tell me your heart didn't start beating for the first time in a month."
  Red was insulted. "Help? We're partners, Fletcher. Or we would be if you hadn't been ignoring me for the past month."
  I felt my life's breath returning after a month's absence. We would have to be low profile. Work on the QT until Mom and Dad were ready for the idea. But we would be a good team. We had already broken one case wide open.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Red slapped the table. People jumped. "Snap out of it, Half Moon. I need help. I need the truth, and the truth is your speciality. What are you going to do? Mope for the rest of your life?"
  A curse. No such thing, as far as detectives are concerned. But they can have a devastating effect on superstitious people.
  Red was smiling back at me. "Okay. I'm not in trouble. But tell me your heart didn't start beating for the first time in a month."
  Red was insulted. "Help? We're partners, Fletcher. Or we would be if you hadn't been ignoring me for the past month."
  I felt my life's breath returning after a month's absence. We would have to be low profile. Work on the QT until Mom and Dad were ready for the idea. But we would be a good team.