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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Amish, Christmas with the genre: Children's Books, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'An Amish Christmas'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'An Amish Christmas
  Seth lived with pain every day'.
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conversations.value: An Amish Christmas
  Seth lived with pain every day. At one time he'd tried to blame God for what had happened, but he knew that wasn't honest. He had no one to blame but himself.
  He winced as he pulled on his trousers, his movements awkward. Still, just as he did each day, he silently gave thanks to Father God. If people had said to him even six months ago that he would be grateful to feel pain, that he would praise the Lord for each twinge and ache, he would have laughed in their faces. But today, the ever-present soreness reminded him that he was lucky to be alive.
  He reached for his walking stick—plain, unadorned, but stained and lacquered to a smooth, shiny finish. His older brother, Noah, had made it for him shortly after the accident. The top of the stick was straight, so he couldn't call it a cane. Neither was it overly long, like a traditional walking stick. The knob at the top reached him at hip level, giving him the perfect amount of support without being unwieldy.
  When he first saw the stick, he'd wanted to throw it at his brother. Now the gift had become indispensable.
  He ran his fingers over the thin ridge of scar tissue that started from his left temple and cut a straight line to the top of his jaw. The facial cut had healed faster than his leg, and far more quickly than his pride.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Her stairway was also decorated with garland and bows, but she couldn't put her finger on why Daniel's trimmings looked better than hers.'.
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conversations.value: She had to admit, Daniel had already done wonders with the old Kauffman place. After four generations raised families in the home, the house was retired two years ago, after the last generation was unable to have children and passed on. A niece, who already owned a home in the community, inherited the place, and the farmhouse had been in need of much repair.
  Lydia breathed in the smell of freshly painted whitewashed walls and noticed new cabinets throughout the kitchen. Crisp green blinds were drawn halfway up on the windows, and festive garlands were draped across the windowsills, with tiny red bows attached. She poured brewed tea into a pitcher and handed it to Anna Marie, instructing her daughter to add sugar and begin serving the men.
  Lydia picked up a bowl of pickled red beets and carried it into the den. Daniel was sitting with his father, the bishop, and two elders on the left side of the room. She veered to her right, where her own father was sitting, and put the bowl on the table.
  Daniel's den was warm and cozy with a blazing fire in the hearth, and Lydia noticed the beautiful mantel above the fireplace—simple, with no ornate carvings, but bold and eye-catching. She wondered if Daniel was responsible for the fine carpentry. He'd always had a knack for building things. She thought of the cedar chest and wondered, not for the first time, what had become of the forsaken gift.
  She took her time walking back to the kitchen, wanting to soak in every detail of Daniel's home as the what-ifs stirred in her thoughts. What might their home have looked like if she had married Daniel? Did they have similar tastes? While most Old Order homes were simply decorated, each one still possessed character and individuality. She saw Christmas presents placed around the house and bright poinsettias on either side of the fireplace, just as they were in her own home. A green, leafy garland spiraled around the railing of the banister that led upstairs, trimmed with holly and with a large bow at the foot of the railing. Her stairway was also decorated with garland and bows, but she couldn't put her finger on why Daniel's trimmings looked better than hers.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Hints: Make the top cookie thinner than the bottom one. I take the top cookie and sort of flatten it a little in my hand and then form it around the bottom cookie, sealing the edges. I use about a box and a half of raisins. That way you can put plenty of raisins in each cookie. I use a medium-size glass to cut out my cookies. You can make any size you want.
  Eric and Cory, dreams do come true. Work hard, strive to be the best you can be, and maintain a relationship with God. Talk to Him as you would a dear friend. He listens. He blessed me with the two of you.
  Thank you to my agent, Mary Sue Seymour. You are a special person, and I value our professional relationship as well as our friendship. Thank you for everything.
  And always, my most heartfelt thanks goes to God for providing me with this wonderful opportunity to spread His Word through inspirational stories about faith, hope, and love.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I take the top cookie and sort of flatten it a little in my hand and then form it around the bottom cookie, sealing the edges. I use about a box and a half of raisins. That way you can put plenty of raisins in each cookie. I use a medium-size glass to cut out my cookies. You can make any size you want.
  Eric and Cory, dreams do come true. Work hard, strive to be the best you can be, and maintain a relationship with God. Talk to Him as you would a dear friend. He listens. He blessed me with the two of you.
  Thank you to my agent, Mary Sue Seymour. You are a special person, and I value our professional relationship as well as our friendship. Thank you for everything.
  And always, my most heartfelt thanks goes to God for providing me with this wonderful opportunity to spread His Word through inspirational stories about faith, hope, and love.