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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Charlotte, Emily, Clare entitled Charlotte Sometimes.
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conversations.value: Charlotte Sometimes (novel): Charlotte arrives at a new boarding school, and is shown around by a prefect named Sarah.\nSarah\'s mother also attended the school.\nShe is shown a room that she shares with other girls (Suzanna, Elizabeth).\nThe next morning she finds herself in the same place, but in the year 1918 – with war still going on.\nA younger girl called Emily calls Charlotte her sister, and addresses her as "Clare".\nShe tries to spend the day in 1918 without being noticed.\nEach night, Charlotte finds herself swapping between her own time and Clare\'s time.\nThey must learn to live two different lives.\nCharlotte and Clare manage to write to each other via Clare\'s diary, which they share and hide in their bed.\nEmily and Clare are supposed to leave their room soon and go into lodgings with the Chisel Brown family.\nThey have to make sure this happens when Clare is in 1918, because they won\'t be able to switch again after that.\nCharlotte, expecting to have returned to her own time for the last time, is shocked to find that she has not, and is still in 1918.\nShe will go into lodgings with the Chisel Brown family: it appears she will be trapped in the past.\nIn the house, Miss Agnes Chisel Brown shows Charlotte and Emily the toys she had once played with.\nShe tells the two girls about her brother Arthur, who died in the war.\nCharlotte reflects, forward and back: to Arthur in the past; her own sister Emma in the future; and Clare, trapped in Charlotte\'s time.\nShe struggles with her identity as being Charlotte sometimes, but Clare at other times.\nCharlotte and Emily form a plan to enter the school by night in an attempt to get Charlotte into the bed which will take Charlotte back to her own time.\nInside the school sick room, Charlotte finds the bed is occupied, and thus she cannot return home.\nShe escapes being seen by Nurse Gregory, but is seen by another student, Ruth.\nCharlotte is not the only one who struggles with identity.\nEmily tells of the wretchedness of being motherless and unwanted, moving around between homes while her father fights in the war.\nMeanwhile, Charlotte dreams she is fighting to stay as Charlotte.\nShe dreams about Arthur.\nA letter arrives for Clare and Emily from their father.\nCharlotte, thoughtful as always, wonders who Sarah\'s mother is: perhaps it will be Charlotte herself if she is trapped in 1918.\nAt night, Charlotte dreams about Arthur again, as a drummer boy, and that she has turned into Agnes.\nHer crisis of identity comes to a head as she struggles to preserve her identity as Charlotte.\nOne evening, the Chisel Browns hold a seance in an attempt to speak to Arthur.\nThe girls hide behind the curtains to observe.\nDuring the seance, they hear Clare\'s voice crying out for Emily.\nEmily cries out, and the two girls are discovered and disciplined.\nLater, Miss Agnes asks about the voice they heard at the seance – Clare\'s.\nShe then tells Charlotte and Emily of Arthur\'s war experiences.\nFinally, the Armistice comes.\nThe war is over: people dance and celebrate in the street, and Charlotte and Emily join in, even though it would anger Mr Chisel Brown.\nIn disgrace, Charlotte and Emily are sent back to the school.\nMiss Agnes gives them the toys as a gift.\nRuth recalls her "dream" of seeing Clare whilst in the sick room.\nBecause of the flu epidemic, the students are able to play wild games in the dormitories, and eventually, Charlotte is finally able to sleep in the bed that will return her to her own time.\nOn arriving back in her own time, Charlotte is surprised to learn that her room-mate Elizabeth knew about her swap with Clare.\nCharlotte wonders about Sarah\'s mother and what has become of Emily and Clare.\nAt the school, Charlotte sees an elderly Miss Wilkin, whom she realises that she had known as a young woman in 1918.\nOne day, Charlotte has a conversation with Sarah, and learns what has become of Emily and Clare.\nSarah\'s mother is Emily, and Clare died in the flu epidemic after the war.\nLater, Charlotte and Elizabeth discuss the events Charlotte has experienced.\nThey find the exercise book in the bed leg, finding the last letter Charlotte wrote to Clare.\nCharlotte receives a package from Emily as an adult.\nIt contains a letter from Emily and the toys which Miss Agnes had given them, over forty years ago.\n(This last segment is not in the 1985 revised edition).
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about \nEmily, Charlotte.
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conversations.value: Charlotte Sometimes (novel): Charlotte arrives at a new boarding school, and is shown around by a prefect named Sarah. \nSarah\'s mother also attended the school. \nShe is shown a room that she shares with other girls (Suzanna, Elizabeth). \nThe next morning she finds herself in the same place, but in the year 1918 – with war still going on. \nA younger girl called Emily calls Charlotte her sister, and addresses her as "Clare". \nShe tries to spend the day in 1918 without being noticed. \nEach night, Charlotte finds herself swapping between her own time and Clare\'s time. \nThey must learn to live two different lives. \nCharlotte and Clare manage to write to each other via Clare\'s diary, which they share and hide in their bed. \nEmily and Clare are supposed to leave their room soon and go into lodgings with the Chisel Brown family. \nThey have to make sure this happens when Clare is in 1918, because they won\'t be able to switch again after that. \nCharlotte, expecting to have returned to her own time for the last time, is shocked to find that she has not, and is still in 1918. \nShe will go into lodgings with the Chisel Brown family: it appears she will be trapped in the past. \nIn the house, Miss Agnes Chisel Brown shows Charlotte and Emily the toys she had once played with. \nShe tells the two girls about her brother Arthur, who died in the war. \nCharlotte reflects, forward and back: to Arthur in the past; her own sister Emma in the future; and Clare, trapped in Charlotte\'s time. \nShe struggles with her identity as being Charlotte sometimes, but Clare at other times. \nCharlotte and Emily form a plan to enter the school by night in an attempt to get Charlotte into the bed which will take Charlotte back to her own time. \nInside the school sick room, Charlotte finds the bed is occupied, and thus she cannot return home. \nShe escapes being seen by Nurse Gregory, but is seen by another student, Ruth. \nCharlotte is not the only one who struggles with identity. \nEmily tells of the wretchedness of being motherless and unwanted, moving around between homes while her father fights in the war. \nMeanwhile, Charlotte dreams she is fighting to stay as Charlotte. \nShe dreams about Arthur. \nA letter arrives for Clare and Emily from their father. \nEmily does not let Charlotte read it, to the bewilderment of the other girls. \nCharlotte, thoughtful as always, wonders who Sarah\'s mother is: perhaps it will be Charlotte herself if she is trapped in 1918. \nAt night, Charlotte dreams about Arthur again, as a drummer boy, and that she has turned into Agnes. \nHer crisis of identity comes to a head as she struggles to preserve her identity as Charlotte. \nOne evening, the Chisel Browns hold a seance in an attempt to speak to Arthur. \nThe girls hide behind the curtains to observe. \nDuring the seance, they hear Clare\'s voice crying out for Emily. \nEmily cries out, and the two girls are discovered and disciplined. \nLater, Miss Agnes asks about the voice they heard at the seance – Clare\'s. \nShe then tells Charlotte and Emily of Arthur\'s war experiences. \nFinally, the Armistice comes. \nThe war is over: people dance and celebrate in the street, and Charlotte and Emily join in, even though it would anger Mr Chisel Brown. \nIn disgrace, Charlotte and Emily are sent back to the school. \nMiss Agnes gives them the toys as a gift. \nRuth recalls her "dream" of seeing Clare whilst in the sick room. \nBecause of the flu epidemic, the students are able to play wild games in the dormitories, and eventually, Charlotte is finally able to sleep in the bed that will return her to her own time. \nOn arriving back in her own time, Charlotte is surprised to learn that her room-mate Elizabeth knew about her swap with Clare. \nCharlotte wonders about Sarah\'s mother and what has become of Emily and Clare. \nAt the school, Charlotte sees an elderly Miss Wilkin, whom she realises that she had known as a young woman in 1918. \nOne day, Charlotte has a conversation with Sarah, and learns what has become of Emily and Clare. \nSarah\'s mother is Emily, and Clare died in the flu epidemic after the war. \nLater, Charlotte and Elizabeth discuss the events Charlotte has experienced. \nThey find the exercise book in the bed leg, finding the last letter Charlotte wrote to Clare. \nCharlotte receives a package from Emily as an adult. \nIt contains a letter from Emily and the toys which Miss Agnes had given them, over forty years ago. \n(This last segment is not in the 1985 revised edition).
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Michael\'s, Charlotte, Michael entitled Charlotte Sometimes.
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conversations.value: Charlotte Sometimes (film): The film is a "mysterious and erotic" romance, exploring the kinds of love for which there are no names or clear arrangements.\nMichael (Michael Idemoto) is a reclusive auto mechanic captivated by a woman known as Charlotte or Darcy (Jacqueline Kim).\nShe is an enigmatic drifter.\nLori (Eugenia Yuan) is Michael\'s tenant and best friend.\nLori has a live-in boyfriend, Justin (Matt Westmore), but may hold the key to Michael\'s heart.\nWhen the two women in Michael\'s life meet face to face, Michael is forced to choose between a daring tryst with an alluring stranger, and the habitual comfort of his bittersweet obsession.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Charlotte Sometimes
  In 1918 Clare had always been a kind of skin about her, Charlotte thought, containing what she did and said and was'.
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conversations.value: Charlotte Sometimes
  In 1918 Clare had always been a kind of skin about her, Charlotte thought, containing what she did and said and was. The skin thickened imperceptibly the longer she stayed in the past. After their expedition it began to thicken more rapidly than ever, pressing that part of her which still thought of itself as Charlotte tighter and smaller until it lay deep down in her like a small stone in a large plum.
  One day recognizing a certain picture on the walls of Miss Bite's room of two women in flowing robes and with faces smooth as angels', she could not think at all where she had seen it before or when—in the present or in the past. When her memory struggled to disentangle its two lives, she caught herself wondering even if it was something to do with Aunt Dolly's house, then remembered immediately and with a shock that she had never been to Aunt Dolly's house or seen Aunt Dolly.
  Everybody giggled, except for Charlotte, who cried indignantly but hopelessly, "Don't be so horrid. They'll have ordinary names like John and Susan, won't they, Elsie?" But Elsie did not reply. She looked as blankly, dully, at Charlotte as at the rest.
  Emily usually answered all such questions, even those addressed to Charlotte, but still she answered nothing at all. Everyone except Emily was looking at Charlotte now. She blushed and cleared her throat and scratched at the desk with her fingernail, but the odd thing was that once she had started to speak, she knew it all so well that she might have been talking about Emily and herself and not about Emily and Clare.
  It was after this that Charlotte began to dream she was fighting to stay as Charlotte, and one night woke from such a dream struggling, even crying a little. When she was calm again, she did not feel sleepy at all, so she lay still, carefully and deliberately making herself remember Aviary Hall, object by object, room by room. Also she made herself remember things that had happened to her as Charlotte, but it was alarming how the details seemed to slip away from her. Even when she tried to conjure up her sister Emma's face, she kept on seeing Emily's.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Charlotte went over and gazed with Emily. The marbles looked huge in the tumbler, huge and shiny and defined. But they looked part of the water, too, as if by some alchemy it had formed itself into solid bubbles, veined with color, not reflecting color like soap bubbles.
  But when she put her fingers into the water and pulled a marble out, it was small by comparison with those still in the glass, and unimportant, too. It was like the difference between what you long for and what you find—the difference, for instance, between Arthur's image of war and his experience of it. It was like other times, her own and Miss Agnes's proper childhood times that seemed so near to her memory and yet so far away. It was like everything that made you ache because in one sense it was so close and in another unobtainable. Charlotte picked up the glass, held it to the light, and gazed into it obliviously. For that moment everything else around her, everything else that had happened, seemed to splinter in her head and fall away.
  They cleared the glass first and mopped the water up as neatly as they could. Then they hunted for the marbles. The floor was so uneven that they had rolled everywhere, were caught in the cracks of floorboards, wedged between pieces of furniture, hidden under beds and in the corners. Wood grain patterned their hands as they crawled about; little drafts of air from under the door drilled their ears and faces.
  Charlotte was lying flat, reaching under a bed, her hair catching on the springs, when Emily said nearby in a small cold voice, "Of course, you're not really a bit like Clare."
  AT ELEVEN o'clock on a gray and gloomy Friday morning, the armistice came, announced by guns and bells. The school bell added itself almost immediately, summoning everyone to the assembly room. There Miss Bite addressed them in her usual stiff manner. The war, she said, was an example for their sex. It had been won by and for such women as she hoped all of them would in time become.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Two days later the parcel came. No one had sent Charlotte a parcel at school before, nor did she expect anyone to, so she did not bother to look at the list that went up each morning on the notice board. She did not look that day. It was Vanessa who shouted it along the passage.
  It sat in the matron's room and had been opened, as all parcels were. There were several smaller parcels inside, little round things grinding in a leather bag, something round and flat wrapped in tissue paper, a box with hard shapes each wrapped in more paper, the tissue soft and yellow.
  The bag had marbles in it, and the round flat thing was the solitaire board. In the box were some soldiers, their paint almost all flaked off. There was a letter, too, in a mildly scented envelope.
  Charlotte had locked herself in a bathroom to read this letter. After a while she unlocked the door and took the packages back to her own room. She hid the solitaire board under some clothes in her drawer, but put the marbles in a glass tumbler, which she filled up with water and set on her chest of drawers. She put the lead soldiers to flank it on either side. The marbles looked very pretty, everybody said, and Charlotte was pleased, because no longer now was her chest of drawers the only one without ornament. It looked individual; it belonged to someone. It seemed odd that it belonged to her more as Clare than as Charlotte. But she had begun to realize that she could never entirely escape from being Clare. The memory of it, if nothing else, was rooted in her mind. And what had happened to her would go on mattering, just as what had happened in the war itself would go on mattering, permanently.