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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Twenty Epics about Twenty, Epics, John with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction
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conversations.value: Twenty Epics saved me from going absolutely bugnut insane. -- John Scalzi, author of Old Man's War and The Ghost Brigades
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book. Start with the sentence 'Twenty Epics
  There is only one problem'.
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conversations.value: Twenty Epics
  There is only one problem. It's Whitey. I was napping on the couch at three in the morning three days ago when I heard a door slam. Whitey never sleeps himself, instead waits impatiently for me by the computer when my body demands a rest, so I was surprised not to see him when I woke. I looked everywhere in the house, but he wasn't there. It's been three days. Where is he? He needs to come back. He has to come back. If he doesn't come back, it won't be finished.
  Scott William Carter, who has been working on a yet-to-be-published epic of staggering scope and depth, makes his home in Oregon. He has a two cats. More about his work can be found by doing a Web search under his name. His website currently has a Google ranking of 3.
  All hope is not lost! Immediately after dropping my last letter into the blue mailbox on my corner, I discovered a clue to Whitey's whereabouts. Frustrated at the thought of not finishing The Epic, and the terrible loss this would be to the future of literature, I picked up my monitor to hurl it across the room. There, in an inch of dust and cobwebs, was an empty bottle of Alize Red Passion. There was a crumpled piece of white paper inside.
  I put down the monitor and retrieved the bottle. Using a pencil, I fished out the paper, which now smelled of cranberries and was red-stained at the edges. Smoothing it out, I saw that there were magazine pictures of various celebrities that had been pasted to it. There was Richard Gere, Brad Pitt, Harrison Ford, Adam Yauch, Steven Segal, Martin Scorsese, and Cindy Crawford, among other faces I didn't recognize. Dozens of them, wrinkled and bent, one overlapping the other.
  I had no idea how these ideas people were related, so I punched all of their names into a few Web searches to see what came up. It took a bit of surfing, but it soon became very clear what linked them. They had all, at one time or another, supported a free Tibet. Nothing else made sense!
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: Scott William Carter, who has been working on a yet-to-be-published epic of staggering scope and depth, makes his home in Oregon. He has a two cats. More about his work can be found by doing a Web search under his name. His website currently has a Google ranking of 3.
  All hope is not lost! Immediately after dropping my last letter into the blue mailbox on my corner, I discovered a clue to Whitey's whereabouts. Frustrated at the thought of not finishing The Epic, and the terrible loss this would be to the future of literature, I picked up my monitor to hurl it across the room. There, in an inch of dust and cobwebs, was an empty bottle of Alize Red Passion. There was a crumpled piece of white paper inside.
  I put down the monitor and retrieved the bottle. Using a pencil, I fished out the paper, which now smelled of cranberries and was red-stained at the edges. There was Richard Gere, Brad Pitt, Harrison Ford, Adam Yauch, Steven Segal, Martin Scorsese, and Cindy Crawford, among other faces I didn't recognize. Dozens of them, wrinkled and bent, one overlapping the other.
  I had no idea how these ideas people were related, so I punched all of their names into a few Web searches to see what came up. It took a bit of surfing, but it soon became very clear what linked them. They had all, at one time or another, supported a free Tibet. Nothing else made sense!
  So I now believe that Whitey wants me to follow him to Tibet. For some reason he must believe that only there can The Epic be finished. I am going to dig out my passport, then arrange a flight. I'll be taking my laptop computer, plenty of spare batteries, and the entire manuscript in printed form. I will not stop until we have finished this story once and for all.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Smoothing, Smoothing, pasted.
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conversations.value: Scott William Carter, who has been working on a yet-to-be-published epic of staggering scope and depth, makes his home in Oregon. He has a two cats. More about his work can be found by doing a Web search under his name. His website currently has a Google ranking of 3. 
  All hope is not lost! Immediately after dropping my last letter into the blue mailbox on my corner, I discovered a clue to Whitey's whereabouts. Frustrated at the thought of not finishing The Epic, and the terrible loss this would be to the future of literature, I picked up my monitor to hurl it across the room. There, in an inch of dust and cobwebs, was an empty bottle of Alize Red Passion. There was a crumpled piece of white paper inside. 
  I put down the monitor and retrieved the bottle. Using a pencil, I fished out the paper, which now smelled of cranberries and was red-stained at the edges. Smoothing it out, I saw that there were magazine pictures of various celebrities that had been pasted to it. There was Richard Gere, Brad Pitt, Harrison Ford, Adam Yauch, Steven Segal, Martin Scorsese, and Cindy Crawford, among other faces I didn't recognize. Dozens of them, wrinkled and bent, one overlapping the other. 
  I had no idea how these ideas people were related, so I punched all of their names into a few Web searches to see what came up. It took a bit of surfing, but it soon became very clear what linked them. They had all, at one time or another, supported a free Tibet. Nothing else made sense!
  So I now believe that Whitey wants me to follow him to Tibet. For some reason he must believe that only there can The Epic be finished. I am going to dig out my passport, then arrange a flight. I'll be taking my laptop computer, plenty of spare batteries, and the entire manuscript in printed form. I will not stop until we have finished this story once and for all.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: I told him to help me, but I must have seem too exited. He says to calm down and then asked me todinner, and we ate there in the restarnat. He tolde me he was once a writer of some stature himself, tho he never wrote any of that fantasy crap, and he had used the man I called Whitey (he had his own name for him) many, many times in his career. Muchof his success was based on Whitey's help, in fact.
  So I did as he says but he doesn't show. Come to find out he dies in his sleep that night. They had a very big thing here for him. Lots of chanting and wearing fancy clotheing with feathers and brite colours. But now I have to finish The Epic on my own. I dont know if I can do it but the monks here says I shud try. The say it is the jurney of my life to do this. so I am going to. I am going to stay and finish.
  It is very hot here. I wish I had better clotheses. My wife, tho, won't send any and says only on the phone that I neede to call her lawer.
  It has now become a parent to Scott Robert Jordan Tolkien Wm. Carter, Esp. (who shall be refered to thenseforth as The Writer) that the manuscript in question (Epic, The) shall not be finished buy designaded time. The Writer wants the esteemed etitors of the soon to be published anthalogee to know that The Writer shall continue to worke on the story until it is finished, breaking only briefly to eat, sleep, meditate, or performe the chores required of all Monks here in XXX. This may take the reste of his life, since he has only the guide dance that the Budda chooses to inlighten him with, and his Mentor, Whitey, the Idea Man in the White Suite, is gone forever. the Writer is alone. afraid. but bravely he goes on.