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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Mary, York, Times with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'If I Can't Have You'
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: If I Can't Have You
  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.
  I want to give a special shout-out to my parents, Kim and Timothy Giles; to my sisters and brother, Shanice Jiles, Tatyana Driver, and Timothy Jiles Jr.; and to my loving and supportive fiancé, Will Jennings. And a big shout-out goes to my granny Bobbie Goodman.
  I wish to give my heartfelt thanks to my best friends, Constance Knox, Jenelle Mcglothian, Soliel Green, Chanel Bowers, Chanel Johnson, and Kristen Drew. My spiritual leaders and supporters, I love y'all!
  I lay on my back and rolled my eyes to the ceiling. I hated school! It was not because I didn't want to be educated; I just really hated the way the other kids made me feel. They'd tease me and call me all types of names. They called me black, fat monkey, and Miss Piggy. I would pinch my nose to stop the tears that formed in my eyes. Although I was alone, I would not give them the satisfaction of a tear.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I refused to take those fucking pills. I didn't need to change. I was fine being just who I was. I agreed with her, just because I didn't want to discuss the shit any further. I was grown, and I was going to do what the fuck I wanted to do. My mother gave them the evil eye, then walked out of the room. Mo came to my side of the bed, but Bria stayed closer to the door.
  Bria looked like she wasn't buying it, but Mo's ass was crying, so I knew she had fallen for everything I said.
  I gave Bria the saddest eyes I could muster up, and she came to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Bria, walked, surprised.
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conversations.value: I refused to take those fucking pills. I didn't need to change. I was fine being just who I was. I agreed with her, just because I didn't want to discuss the shit any further. I was grown, and I was going to do what the fuck I wanted to do. 
  Just then, Mo and Bria walked in the door, and they look surprised to see me awake. My mother gave them the evil eye, then walked out of the room. Mo came to my side of the bed, but Bria stayed closer to the door. 
  Bria looked like she wasn't buying it, but Mo's ass was crying, so I knew she had fallen for everything I said. 
  I gave Bria the saddest eyes I could muster up, and she came to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I had decided to really throw in my player card and settle down. I didn't cheat anymore, and Madison and I had decided to work on our relationship and raise our son together. I had got a test done, and he was indeed mine. Madison was a little whiny, but I did love her, and she was a good woman to me. We barely argued, and my life was much more peaceful now. My firm was doing well, and right now, I was just enjoying life. I visited my daughter Sam every week, and Mo and I had repaired our broken relationship. I planned on spending the rest of my life with Madison, but I was not rushing to get married. I was just going to let things flow naturally. I had wanted to rush and marry Kendra because Sharon had married her dude, but I was a changed man now. I was doing things the right way this time around.
  Life up until this point had been a living hell for me, but I could finally say that I was a better person now. I had admitted to every bad thing I had ever done to the people I loved, and that had started the healing process for me. They had wanted to give me life in prison for what I did, but because of my disorder, I had ended up doing only a year in the mental institution. I had been taking my meds faithfully, and I didn't think any evil thoughts anymore. They had signed my release papers, and today I would be able to go home.
  I would be so happy to see my son. Tremaine hadn't allowed my baby to see me that often at the mental institution. When I walked outside, I was saddened that my mom was the only person there to pick me up. I was disappointed that my sister was not there. We had grown close over this past year, so I just knew she would be there for my release, but she wasn't.
  I didn't feel like making any stops; I just wanted to cuddle up with my son. We got out of the car and went inside the house. As soon as we shut the door and my mom cut on the lights, everyone jumped out and shouted, "Surprise!" I was shocked, to say the least. Everyone was there—Bria and David, Kevin and Zoe, Mo and Corey, my dad and his new woman, and my son. Tremaine Jr. ran up to me and hugged me tightly. My sister wobbled over to me and hugged me tightly.
  He nodded his head yes, and at that very moment, I felt whole. I knew that from this moment forward, things would be good for me. I thanked God for second chances.