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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled The Return of the Player about Hollywood, Mill's, Griffin's with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor.
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conversations.value: <I>Starred Review. More than a decade has passed since Griffin Mill's murderous ascent to Hollywood power in <I>The Player</I>. Now, with his career stalled and only $6 million in the bank, he is, by Hollywood standards, broke. The 12-year-old daughter he sired with his then mistress (now discontented wife), Lisa, is a brat who reverts to noxious baby talk when she doesn't get her way. His two older children hold him in cold contempt. He suffers from erectile dysfunction (his allergy to Viagra a wicked double whammy) and lusts after his ex-wife, June. In Griffin's mind, all of Western civilization is in decline, and his fantasies feature a Pacific atoll stocked with food and weapons. Step one in his plan to gain control hinges on leveraging the politics of elite Los Angeles private schools. (He commits manslaughter in the process.) Griffin's ploy snags the attention of a voracious entertainment magnate who plucks Mill from his stagnation and taunts him into concocting a multibillion-dollar idea. Mill's antiheroic effort to wring love and meaning from a loveless and meaningless life is heartfelt and cynical, resulting in a powerful dark comedy that transcends the shopworn genre of Hollywood satire. <I>(Sept.)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: More than a decade has passed since Griffin Mill's murderous ascent to Hollywood power in <I>The Player</I>. Now, with his career stalled and only $6 million in the bank, he is, by Hollywood standards, broke. The 12-year-old daughter he sired with his then mistress (now discontented wife), Lisa, is a brat who reverts to noxious baby talk when she doesn't get her way. His two older children hold him in cold contempt. He suffers from erectile dysfunction (his allergy to Viagra a wicked double whammy) and lusts after his ex-wife, June. In Griffin's mind, all of Western civilization is in decline, and his fantasies feature a Pacific atoll stocked with food and weapons. Step one in his plan to gain control hinges on leveraging the politics of elite Los Angeles private schools. (He commits manslaughter in the process.) Griffin's ploy snags the attention of a voracious entertainment magnate who plucks Mill from his stagnation and taunts him into concocting a multibillion-dollar idea. Mill's antiheroic effort to wring love and meaning from a loveless and meaningless life is heartfelt and cynical, resulting in a powerful dark comedy that transcends the shopworn genre of Hollywood satire. <I>(Sept.)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this story.
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conversations.value: The Return of the Player
  Willa drew blackbirds in her blue sky, too many, until this bat-swarm representation of her turmoil became a cloud that ate the sun, and Lisa, afraid of anyone's opinion of the obvious significance of this symbol, could find no other way to ask Willa to work on another section of the page than to say, "Honey, over here, in the sky? Those birds are getting kind of busy, do you know what I mean? You don't want anyone to look at this beautiful page and then look up here at the birds and think, hmmm, that's kind of sloppy."
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conversations.value: Griffin has a sixteen-million-dollar house on Martha's Vineyard, nineteen acres overlooking Squibnocket Pond. He shares his cove with a guy who made a fortune on Nortel and Global Crossing, selling early, so Griffin in spite of his own larger pile, can't help but hate him, like he's some kind of Argentinean dirty war criminal who got away with general amnesty, not that Squibnocket Pond is where the Enron pensioners who lost it all could go for a protest parade; they'd be stopped at the ferry.
  Griffin likes the ponds near Menemsha, where he sails a small boat with his children, Jessa especially. He's building a three-hundred-foot schooner in Holland, and he keeps four boats in the ponds, a thirty-five-foot picnic boat with huge twin engines, for fuck-them-all speed and exuberance and overnight visits to anyplace within two hundred miles; a twenty-eight-foot modern version of a classic New England day sailer, which he takes into Narragansett Bay when the wind pipes up; and a sixteen-and-a-half-foot sloop for Wednesday afternoon races. June and Lisa share a Boston Whaler, a simple shallow-draft outboard, although theirs is equipped for ocean navigation, but they never do more with the boat then cruise slowly around the ponds to visit friends. Everyone knows that the three are living together as man and wife and wife. The children are just darling, so who's to say they're wrong?
  At night the three of them close the door on the world and play their bedtime games. Griffin has no sexual fantasies anymore, only memories and plans. Sometimes June plays the role of a NASA scientist measuring Lisa for a space suit. Sometimes Lisa is a gynecologist demonstrating the conductivity of a gel used for electrocardiograms with sensors placed in the cervix. Sometimes Griffin is a fifteen-year-old boy picked up in Central Park and taken home by two nuns who want an orgy. Sometimes June asks Lisa, "Will it bother you if Griffin fucks me?" Lisa likes to watch. Sometimes they just roll around and giggle. There are days of jealousy and resentment; there are days of quiet gratitude.
  They taught him to kiss, and he learned to be gentle; he learned, from watching and from their encouragement and chastisement, how to make love like a woman and still be the man a woman wants and needs. Only this summer do they really, finally, see their future together. At night he holds them both, loving them differently and equally.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Griffin has a sixteen-million-dollar house on Martha's Vineyard, nineteen acres overlooking Squibnocket Pond. He shares his cove with a guy who made a fortune on Nortel and Global Crossing, selling early, so Griffin in spite of his own larger pile, can't help but hate him, like he's some kind of Argentinean dirty war criminal who got away with general amnesty, not that Squibnocket Pond is where the Enron pensioners who lost it all could go for a protest parade; they'd be stopped at the ferry.
  Griffin likes the ponds near Menemsha, where he sails a small boat with his children, Jessa especially. He's building a three-hundred-foot schooner in Holland, and he keeps four boats in the ponds, a thirty-five-foot picnic boat with huge twin engines, for fuck-them-all speed and exuberance and overnight visits to anyplace within two hundred miles; a twenty-eight-foot modern version of a classic New England day sailer, which he takes into Narragansett Bay when the wind pipes up; and a sixteen-and-a-half-foot sloop for Wednesday afternoon races. June and Lisa share a Boston Whaler, a simple shallow-draft outboard, although theirs is equipped for ocean navigation, but they never do more with the boat then cruise slowly around the ponds to visit friends. Everyone knows that the three are living together as man and wife and wife. The children are just darling, so who's to say they're wrong?
  At night the three of them close the door on the world and play their bedtime games. Griffin has no sexual fantasies anymore, only memories and plans. Sometimes June plays the role of a NASA scientist measuring Lisa for a space suit. Sometimes Lisa is a gynecologist demonstrating the conductivity of a gel used for electrocardiograms with sensors placed in the cervix. Sometimes Griffin is a fifteen-year-old boy picked up in Central Park and taken home by two nuns who want an orgy. Sometimes June asks Lisa, "Will it bother you if Griffin fucks me?" Lisa likes to watch. Sometimes they just roll around and giggle. There are days of jealousy and resentment; there are days of quiet gratitude.
  They taught him to kiss, and he learned to be gentle; he learned, from watching and from their encouragement and chastisement, how to make love like a woman and still be the man a woman wants and needs. Only this summer do they really, finally, see their future together.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: For a long time I had lost heart. I didn't care about society because I believed the earth was dead, and trying to save the earth was a waste of time, and the best strategy was an exit strategy. But I have three children and another on the way. And I can't teach them to give up.
  You don't want lies. And like a married couple who really want to honor their covenant with each other, you want someone to go first and take the scary step of telling the other everything he's done or she's done: all the sins, all the mistakes, and all the fears. We're all scared, for good reason. But I believe that even if we can't save the world, we have to try, and we have to admit that we're scared and that maybe we'll fail. In a marriage, each wants the other to take the first step. I'm taking that step now. But I don't want to leave. I want to stay.
  I want to be your governor. And I am declaring my candidacy today. I want to be the next governor of California.
  Jessa says to Lisa, "You're going to be the First Lady in Washington; you know that, don't you? You and my mom. You're going to both be First Ladies, and Daddy's going to be the President of the United States."
  Lisa wants to tell her that Daddy is still lying about his sins, because he told the American people nothing about the murder of David Kahane. And then she thinks, No, he's not lying, all he did was leave it out. And it's none of their business.