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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Three Christmas Wishes about Christmas, Home, Apple with the genre: Romance, Contemporary.
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conversations.value: "the author makes me laugh...and come away inspired, hopeful and happy." -Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author<Br><Br>"A delightful celebration of the joys of small-town life and a richly rewarding romance sweetened with just the right dash of bright humor." -Booklist on Home on Apple Blossom Road<Br><Br>"Engaging, sweet and dusted with humor, this emotional romance tugs at the heartstrings as a headstrong pair who were always meant to be together find their way back to each other." -Library Journal on Home on Apple Blossom Road<Br><Br>"The Lodge on Holly Road is the ultimate in feel-good family drama and heart-melting romance. Plus there's the added bonus of getting to celebrate the season with a community that couldn't be more devoted to Christmas." -USA TODAY<Br><Br>"This amusing holiday tale about love lost and found again is heartwarming. Quirky characters, snappy dialogue and sexy chemistry all combine to keep you laughing, as well as shedding a few tears, as you turn the pages." -RT Book Reviews on Merry Ex-Mas<Br><Br>"Merry Ex-Mas is the absolute perfect holiday book to begin the Christmas season with! It has everything great women's contemporary fiction should have-a great storyline filled with romance, humor and a bit of mystery tucked in here and there, fabulous personable characters filled with charm." -Sharon's Garden of Book Reviews<Br><Br>"Witty characterization, slapstick mishaps and plenty of holiday cheer." -Publishers Weekly on The Nine Lives of Christmas
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Three Christmas Wishes
  Riley hurried to the little desk in the spare room where she kept her laptop and brought up the page. Sure enough, there she was in the Whispers section. The article was captioned Who Needs a Groom?
  Although she still wanted one, down the road. But next time she was going to be really sure. Any future groom would have to sign a contract. In blood.
  Everyone at church was talking about the big bash, and when Riley stopped at Pineland afterward to pick up some rolls for dinner at her folks', the checker could hardly stop gushing about how clever and brave she was.
  They'd just met. Where had that come from? Oh, yeah, the whole honeymoon thing. You're not in a hurry, she reminded herself and tried not to picture Jack and her checking into a honeymoon suite in some fancy hotel in Hawaii.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: We've done it! We bought the apple orchard that was for sale outside town. Mother, it's perfect. The orchard is lovely, and Gerald's already talking about planting some cherry and pear trees in addition to the apple trees. I can see myself in the house that comes with it. It has four bedrooms. Four! And a front porch for sitting on in the evening, just like folks do back home in Pittsburgh.
  The owner wouldn't come down very far on his price but, thanks to the GI Bill, we were able to swing it. I'm going to make yellow-checked curtains for the kitchen window, and I plan to bake my very first apple pie this fall. Of course, we'll also have a vegetable garden, since the house itself sits on a quarter acre. Gerald and I are going to be very happy here.
  I do hope you and Daddy and Emmaline will be able to come out for Thanksgiving or Christmas or maybe even the Fourth of July, so we can all be together.
  At thirty-one, who wants to think about death? Colin Wright sure didn't, and the last thing he wanted to do was go to a funeral, especially when that funeral was for his grandmother.
  The Icicle Falls Baptist Church was packed with people who'd known Colin since he was born, all dressed in their Sunday best on a Thursday afternoon to honor Justine Wright. Justine only had two kids, Colin's dad, Dylan, and his aunt Beth, but to hear people talk you would've thought she'd had a dozen. All the testimonials made her sound like Mother Teresa. In a way she was, with all the foster kids she and Gramps had taken in over the years. They'd never kept a penny of the money they received as foster parents, opting instead to put that money in savings for the child. Colin couldn't begin to count the number of people who'd called her Mom. Or Grandma.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: We've done it! We bought the apple orchard that was for sale outside town. Mother, it's perfect. The orchard is lovely, and Gerald's already talking about planting some cherry and pear trees in addition to the apple trees. I can see myself in the house that comes with it. It has four bedrooms. Four! And a front porch for sitting on in the evening, just like folks do back home in Pittsburgh.
  The owner wouldn't come down very far on his price but, thanks to the GI Bill, we were able to swing it. I'm going to make yellow-checked curtains for the kitchen window, and I plan to bake my very first apple pie this fall. Of course, we'll also have a vegetable garden, since the house itself sits on a quarter acre. Gerald and I are going to be very happy here.
  I do hope you and Daddy and Emmaline will be able to come out for Thanksgiving or Christmas or maybe even the Fourth of July, so we can all be together.
  At thirty-one, who wants to think about death? Colin Wright sure didn't, and the last thing he wanted to do was go to a funeral, especially when that funeral was for his grandmother.
  The Icicle Falls Baptist Church was packed with people who'd known Colin since he was born, all dressed in their Sunday best on a Thursday afternoon to honor Justine Wright. Justine only had two kids, Colin's dad, Dylan, and his aunt Beth, but to hear people talk you would've thought she'd had a dozen. All the testimonials made her sound like Mother Teresa. In a way she was, with all the foster kids she and Gramps had taken in over the years. They'd never kept a penny of the money they received as foster parents, opting instead to put that money in savings for the child. Colin couldn't begin to count the number of people who'd called her Mom.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' He'd go back to Seattle and recover his equilibrium.'.
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conversations.value: Colin got it, though. Dad had gambled on love with Mom and lost. He could hardly be blamed for not wanting to throw the dice again.
  Mom certainly wasn't much of a poster girl for the wedded state. She'd been through a couple of husbands and had given up. Now she was in the process of moving to Italy to live with some business shark who owned a villa in Tuscany. A "relationship of convenience," she called it. Colin didn't expect to hear from her again anytime soon. Not that he'd heard from her very much in the first place.
  Gram and Aunt Beth took a different view. As far as they were concerned, everyone's life should be like a Vanessa Valentine romance novel. They'd considered Dad's single state a condition in need of curing, throwing various women at him. Dad had remained incurable. It left the women in his family mystified, but after his own experience Colin understood.
  Colin perched on the edge of the desk and took another slug of whiskey. "I get having to be here for the funeral, but I still don't see why I have to be here tomorrow. What could Gram possibly have to leave to me? I already got Gramps's coin collection and that signed Babe Ruth baseball." Uncle Mark had inherited the tools and Dad had Gramps's classic Ford truck. What else was there that a guy would want? Colin had no interest in Hummel figurines or quilts or jewelry.
  Oh, well. A few more hours, then he'd be out of here. He'd go back to Seattle and recover his equilibrium.