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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Odd One Out about Devon, Glenn, Bel with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary.. End with the sentence ' When enough people are out of step, they can form an army of their own'.
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conversations.value: Some are born odd, some achieve oddness, and some are just in the wrong place at the wrong time The Devon family's a good example: there's thirty-nine-year-old Glenn, whose main interest in life is rubbish collection; his mother, Bel, who teaches tap steps to eight-year-olds but acts as if she's running the Kirov; and his sister, Netta, who spent her early life simply being considered mad by association. Which is why she's dreading six weeks back in their company, helping them move house. Also struggling to conform are Paul Gooding, a newly qualified doctor with a highly embarrassing past; his flatmate, Armand, who's obsessed with foot hygiene; and his colleague, Carrie, who (inadvertently) keeps killing people. Odd One Out. When enough people are out of step, they can form an army of their own
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Odd One Out about EM>Where, Because, Monthly</EM></DIV with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: s</EM><BR><BR>&#x201C;The novel&#x2019;s first of three sections follows a young family stuck improvising an answer to two questions (both posed with all the decorum of a midnight break-in): <EM>Where did Mom go? And why did she leave?</EM> While the father takes it poorly&#x2015;existentially, really&#x2015;his kids, each precocious in a different color, fashion their own terms of understanding. Because, as the author shows, all kids eventually have to realize that their parents are just people."<BR>&#x2015;<EM>Minnesota Monthly</EM></DIV>
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Odd One Out
  Chapter 2: The Scent of Jupe's Overpriced Curly-Hair Gunk in My Nostrils Always Marks the Start of a Perfect Morning
  Chapter 3: It's Said That on the Fourth Day, God Created the Sun, Moon, and Stars, but I Feel Like All Three Have Fallen from the Sky
  Chapter 5: If You Start Walking Around Decatur High, Talking and Laughing with Jupiter Sanchez Like You're Her New Bestie, Everyone Notices
  I should be devastated or pissed or deflated as I let myself into the house next door and climb the stairs to my best friend's bedroom. I should be crushed that less than a month into my junior year of high school, my latest girlfriend kicked me to the curb like a pair of too-small shoes.
  I close my eyes. The image has already seared itself into my memory, but I need to pull myself back together. With my eyes still closed, I cross the room I know better than my own and drop down into the old La-Z-Boy that belonged to my dad.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Odd One Out
  Chapter 2: The Scent of Jupe's Overpriced Curly-Hair Gunk in My Nostrils Always Marks the Start of a Perfect Morning
  Chapter 3: It's Said That on the Fourth Day, God Created the Sun, Moon, and Stars, but I Feel Like All Three Have Fallen from the Sky
  Chapter 5: If You Start Walking Around Decatur High, Talking and Laughing with Jupiter Sanchez Like You're Her New Bestie, Everyone Notices
  I should be devastated or pissed or deflated as I let myself into the house next door and climb the stairs to my best friend's bedroom. I should be crushed that less than a month into my junior year of high school, my latest girlfriend kicked me to the curb like a pair of too-small shoes.
  I close my eyes. The image has already seared itself into my memory, but I need to pull myself back together.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' "How could you possibly know that, Jupiter? You just sat here asking me what I want and when I tell you, you say I'm wrong? How is that your call to make?"'.
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conversations.value: What if what I want—what I've wanted this whole time—is currently staring at me with her plumpish lips parted, awaiting my response to her question? (Though this probably isn't what she meant.)
  What if she does, though? I can't really know anything unless I put my "wanting" out there, can I? Before I catch it, "Why didn't you tell me I asked if I could kiss you?" is flying from my mouth to hover in the air above us.
  There's a horrifyingly long pause before she gets up and goes to sit in her desk chair. She powers on her laptop. "There was nothing to tell, Rae. People say all kinds of dumb shit when they're drunk."
  I see her sigh, and then she spins in her chair to face me. "Rae, let's not do this. You're an amazing girl and we've got a good thing going, so let's not muddy the waters, okay?"
  The instant rift is so acute, it wouldn't surprise me to discover a chasm in the floor between us. "How could you possibly know that, Jupiter? You just sat here asking me what I want and when I tell you, you say I'm wrong? How is that your call to make?"
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I look at my Loki watch—a birthday gift from my baby brother, Jax, that I never leave home without despite how childish it makes me look. Ninety-seven minutes to freedom.
  She leans forward over the counter a bit, and I'm drawn toward her like a magnet. "Well, I was on my way to church, and between you and me"—she pauses to peek over her shoulder—"I happened to look up as we passed one of those billboards that show the Mighty Millions jackpot. You know what I'm talkin' about?"
  The machine spits out the second piece of paper, and I slide it across the counter to her. She grabs it and then holds both tickets up to take a good look at them.
  Then she shuffles them around and puts them facedown on the counter. "So whattaya think?" she asks. "Right or left?"
  Before turning to write full-time, Nic worked extensively in teen mentoring and lived in Israel for several years. You can find her fangirling over her husband and sons on Twitter and Instagram at @getnicced or on her website, nicstone.info.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: info.. You can find her fangirling over her husband and sons on Twitter and Instagram at @getnicced or on her website, nicstone. "Right or left?"
  Before turning to write full-time, Nic worked extensively in teen mentoring and lived in Israel for several years. "So whattaya think?" she asks.
  Then she shuffles them around and puts them facedown on the counter. She grabs it and then holds both tickets up to take a good look at them. You know what I'm talkin' about?"
  The machine spits out the second piece of paper, and I slide it across the counter to her. "Well, I was on my way to church, and between you and me"—she pauses to peek over her shoulder—"I happened to look up as we passed one of those billboards that show the Mighty Millions jackpot.
  She leans forward over the counter a bit, and I'm drawn toward her like a magnet. Ninety-seven minutes to freedom.I look at my Loki watch—a birthday gift from my baby brother, Jax, that I never leave home without despite how childish it makes me look