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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Un-cheol, Yoo-jin, Park entitled One Perfect Day
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conversations.value: One Perfect Day (2013 film): A man named Un-cheol (Yoon Kye-sang) is looking for a girlfriend.\nHe goes on a series of unsuccessful dates, culminating in a disastrous blind date with Yoo-jin (Park Soo-jin), and his awkward banter, stupid jokes, and complete insensitivity to her feelings, leads Yoo-jin to ditch him while they're playing the game Rock-paper-scissors.\nIn a flashback to Un-cheol's childhood, his father had taught him Rock-paper-scissors and given him some life lessons.\nAs Un-cheol morosely wanders the streets that night, he finds a missing dog, which he returns to its owner, Eun-hee (Park Shin-hye).\nShe insists on giving him a monetary reward, but instead, he asks her to play Rock-paper-scissors with him—if he wins, she goes on a date with him, but if he loses or it's a draw, he walks away and never bothers her again.
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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Tommy, Melbourne, Underground entitled One Perfect Day
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conversations.value: One Perfect Day (2004 film): The central character of the film is Tommy Matisse; his name combines the title of The Who's 1969 rock opera Tommy and the last name of twentieth century French painter Henri Matisse.\nTommy is a Melbourne boy studying at the Royal Academy of Music in London.\nHe is a violinist and composer who hears music in unusual sources such as the ambient noises of a train in the London Underground or the chirping of crickets.\nHe is a rebel against the traditions of classical music and displays this by bringing a homeless woman living in the Underground on stage for a concert.\nA sympathetic professor decides that he is the type of innovative artist needed to revive a dying opera artform.\nHaving shocked opera's establishment, he returns home to Melbourne on the death of his younger sister Emma, who suffers a fatal overdose after experimenting with drugs at a rave dance party.\nHe discovers a CD of her own mixes and decides to enter the genre of electronic music to follow the path she was pursuing in the hopes of discovering more about his sister and how she became involved in this dance world.\nEmma's death acts as a catalyst that drives Tommy and his girlfriend Alysse apart.\nIn despair, Alysse falls prey to a sleazy entrepreneur named Hector Lee who owns a club called Trance-Zen-Dance and who is also a drug dealer.\nHector Lee has a young assistant called Trig who is a VJ, and is always getting new footage and talent.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: One Perfect Day
  During our marriage, minus a few years when we lived in Tennessee to take care of Bill's mom before she died, we made Florida our home. My sons were grown and gone in 1998 when Bill and I moved into a senior mobile home community. We lived there until Bill died in 2007 from pancreatic cancer. I lost my best friend, my sole companion, and my hope.
  Again, I plummeted into depression, this time my deepest one to date. This time I didn't just wish I was dead, but I actually made a plan and put things in motion to assure I would be.
  In July 2007, I had started going to church at the request of my husband and my youngest son. Dave, by this time, was a recovered alcoholic/drug addict who was a born-again Christian and devoted to the Lord. He kept in touch with me frequently. He was strongly pushing me to discover the world's best kept secret for happiness and success—a personal and real relationship with God. Dave had picked up the pieces of his life. He was living in a new state and dating a wonderful Christian woman who knew everything about his past but loved him anyway.
  Dan and his family lived a little more than an hour away. They had spent Christmas with me just the day before. But I knew it would be months, probably Easter, before he would visit me again.
  The days and the nights of my life were empty and unbearably lonely. I suppose when a person hates themselves then the worst thing you can possibly do to them is put them in solitary confinement where the only human being you see or speak to day after day is yourself.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: I hugged him and was surprised to feel his entire body quivering with excitement. I had to chuckle. Nobody had ever been that happy to meet me before and I loved every second of it.
  A minute or two after that, a tall young man, a bit more reserved than his brother, approached and introduced himself. "I'm Steven."
  This entire situation seemed like a dream and I didn't want to wake up. I was standing in the kitchen of my son's house with his wife, stepdaughter, and sons. I was meeting my family—my family—for the first time since I'd watched my baby carried out of my hospital room.
  My path, my individual road, had not been easy and had been filled with its share of pain. But God was giving me a chance to see that by not taking the easy way out, by giving my child a chance at life, it all worked out in the end.
  Standing with David, Barb, Kristin, Kevin, and Steven, I anticipated the arrival of my son, Steve. I was almost over the moon with happiness. I knew with certainty that if I could go back in time, I would make the same decision for life all over again. The only word I can use to describe what I felt in that moment is joy.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The only word I can use to describe what I felt in that moment is joy. I had to chuckle. Nobody had ever been that happy to meet me before and I loved every second of it.
  A minute or two after that, a tall young man, a bit more reserved than his brother, approached and introduced himself. "I'm Steven."
  This entire situation seemed like a dream and I didn't want to wake up. I was standing in the kitchen of my son's house with his wife, stepdaughter, and sons. I was meeting my family—my family—for the first time since I'd watched my baby carried out of my hospital room.
  My path, my individual road, had not been easy and had been filled with its share of pain. But God was giving me a chance to see that by not taking the easy way out, by giving my child a chance at life, it all worked out in the end.
  Standing with David, Barb, Kristin, Kevin, and Steven, I anticipated the arrival of my son, Steve. I was almost over the moon with happiness. I knew with certainty that if I could go back in time, I would make the same decision for life all over again.I hugged him and was surprised to feel his entire body quivering with excitement.
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conversations.value: the last three paragraphs
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conversations.value: God was always at my side even when I would choose to ignore Him, He was the first to have my back and He always will.
  I'm in the bedroom and I can hear Steve running up the stairs. He stops at the top and looks at me through the open door.
  I finish what I was doing. As I turn to leave the room, I can hear Steve's voice in my mind and I smile.