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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Tough Guys Don't Dance about YORK, DAILY, NEWS&lt;br>Tim with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.. End with the sentence '.'.
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conversations.value: l that is as brash and brooding and ultimately as mesmerizing as the author himself...The dazzling balance betwen humor and horror keeps us plunging on....As for characters, each is a gem....It is a book to read with infinite pleasures.&quot;&lt;br>NEW YORK DAILY NEWS&lt;br>Tim Madden awakes one morning with a gruesome hangover, a painful tatoo on his upper arm, blood all over the passenger seat of his Porsche, a severed female head in his marijuana stash, and almost no memory of his actions on the preceding evening. He is about to discover what they were and what he is....
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conversations.value: Provide the first paragraph for this book.
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conversations.value: Tough Guys Don't Dance
  In fact, I was awakening alone in bed, on the twenty-fourth drear morning after my wife had decamped. That evening, still alone, I would celebrate the twenty-fourth night. It must have proved quite an occasion. Over days to come, when I would be searching for a clue to my several horrors, I would attempt to peer through the fogbanks of memory to recall just what acts I might or might not have committed on all of that twenty-fourth night.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'No woman had ever flayed me with that word so well before'.
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conversations.value: No woman had ever flayed me with that word so well before. Patty Lareine could not have come close. "Yes," said Madeleine, "you and me loved each other, but when Mr. Regency and I began our little courtship, he would fuck five times a night, and the fifth was as good as the first. On the best day you'll ever have, you'll never come near Mr. Five. That's what I call him, you dolt."
  Against every intent of my will, there were tears in my eyes from the pain this speech gave me. It was equal to suffering while sand is cleaned out of a wound. Yet, at that moment, I fell in love with her all over again. Her words would show me where I put my feet for the rest of my life. It also stirred a pride I thought was dead. For I took a vow that one night before I was done, I would obliterate her admiration for Mr. Five.
  Before I left, however, our conversation took another turn. We sat in silence for a time, and then it was longer than that. Maybe it was half an hour later that the tears began to come out of her eyes and wash away the mascara. After a while she had to wipe her face.
  She walked me to the door. Then she stopped and said, "There's one thing more I ought to tell you." She nodded to herself. "But if I do," she went on, "you'll want to stay and talk."
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conversations.value: Provide the last paragraph.. End with the sentence ' Poor Harpo was committed, and from what I hear, is only to be released a little later this year.'.
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conversations.value: What can I tell you? The last news I had from Provincetown was by way of a friendly floater who passed through Key West and told me Harpo went mad. It seems he gave another séance some time ago and claimed to glimpse six bodies at the bottom of the sea. From these depths, two headless women spoke to him. Poor Harpo was committed, and from what I hear, is only to be released a little later this year.