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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Bottom Feeder'
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conversations.value: Bottom Feeder
  On one particular trip, they were driving in the countryside outside of Virginia when Marsden stopped the car near a heavily wooded area and remarked that it would be a good place to make love. Angela knew one thing for certain; the sexual encounters between her and Frank Marsden were the farthest thing from love making.
  The next day, Marsden told her that he would need to find a "replacement" for Maria and suggested that they go out "cruising" together to find one. Later that night, the pair drove through the streets, looking for a likely subject.
  Shortly after getting to the house, Annie found herself stripped, chained and imprisoned in the basement with the others. She immediately recoiled—it smelled awful in here. Not like something had died, but like something had failed to empty a dumpsite worth of garbage that had built up over years.
  Despite the disgusting odor and the sudden violence Annie seemed like a willing participant, but she had other plans and was happy to wait for the right time to implement them. She knew her strengths and would apply them to her captor.
  Deena and Maggie stood in front of the shut basement door. The smell inside the house was still nearly unbearable. They had come prepared. Each wore a dust mask that had been heavily sprayed with perfume. In recent days they had been preoccupied with hearing Arlene's tale of her disappearance and helping her recover. They had both agreed that something had to be done about Deena's rental house and that something started in the basement. Although Arlene had said nothing of her ordeal as of yet, Deena—at least—was growing more and more weary of the basement and her peculiar landlord, Frank Marsden.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: As if reading her mind, Arlene clicked open the door and stepped into the dark room. A wedge of light illuminated her austere quarters and she caught a glimpse of her clothing, folded neatly by the fire. Was there anything that could be used as a weapon nearby? What about her cell phone? All she could see were her jeans, blouse, jacket, and shoes.
  Trying to make out the contours of Arlene's face, Deena squinted up at her, holding the blanket over her body. The fire had nearly died, the temperature in the room was not a lot of degrees above freezing, and the light was so weak, only brightening the area just skirting the stove, that she was thwarted. It closed with a solid thud that jarred Deena, put her even more on edge.
  But the door closing seemed the knell of death, reinforcing the fact that there was no escape, that she was locked in here, prey to whatever vile atrocities awaited her.
  As if she cared, Deena thought. The truth was her stomach was turned inside out with fear; Deena wouldn't be able to swallow a bite.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Arlene, kicked.
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conversations.value: As if reading her mind, Arlene clicked open the door and stepped into the dark room. A wedge of light illuminated her austere quarters and she caught a glimpse of her clothing, folded neatly by the fire. Was there anything that could be used as a weapon nearby? What about her cell phone? All she could see were her jeans, blouse, jacket, and shoes. 
  Trying to make out the contours of Arlene's face, Deena squinted up at her, holding the blanket over her body. The fire had nearly died, the temperature in the room was not a lot of degrees above freezing, and the light was so weak, only brightening the area just skirting the stove, that she was thwarted. 
  Arlene kicked the door shut. It closed with a solid thud that jarred Deena, put her even more on edge. 
  But the door closing seemed the knell of death, reinforcing the fact that there was no escape, that she was locked in here, prey to whatever vile atrocities awaited her. 
  As if she cared, Deena thought. The truth was her stomach was turned inside out with fear; Deena wouldn't be able to swallow a bite.
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conversations.value: the last three paragraphs
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conversations.value: Gary Chapel, Deena Hopping, and the Sheriff went back to the comforts of the Dauphin County Sheriff Department station house to get themselves and the town on the road to recovering leaving the sergeant and his small team to reenter the tunnels beneath the town to confirm the death of the monster—Deros.
  It took the better part of the next hour for the team led by the Detective Sergeant to enter the tunnels and locate the site of the epic battle.
  Detective Sergeant Robert Townsend smiled and nodded his head as he said: "Yes, Master, as you wish."