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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Side Chick about York, Times, Carl with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
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conversations.value: the author is a former prostitute turned bookworm and author. She was discovered by New York Times bestselling author Carl Weber and has been touted along with authors Brick and Storm as one of the industry&rsquo;s rising stars.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Side Chick
  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.
  Even with her physically looking just like me and having attributes of my attitude added to her personality, Melissa could sometimes be just as nonchalant and coldhearted as Charles if not worse than him. Money is not the root of all evil; genes are, in this case. And my daughter was definitely starting to morph into my once better half.
  How rude and ballsy of her. Had we not been in a roomful of judgmental people, I would have collared her ass up like I had so many times before in the past. I didn't know how many times I'd warned her about that flip mouth, but whatever. I hated having to remind her that attending a four-year university didn't make her grown; well, not when it came to speaking to your elders.
  While all the other senior parents were socializing with one another, my fingers were floating across the touch screen keypad of my phone, texting my husband a gang of messages. I hoped when he read each one his eyes would burn and fear the hot, fiery rage I felt.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: I laughed at her comment about running her mouth. "Ain't that the truth? But so was what you said about me needing to focus on me. I've been on the 'all Mary, all day' rule and I'm feeling so much more alive and refreshed."
  I took a deep breath and started telling Jillian everything about the massage I'd gotten at the spa. I told her how the woman touched me, how I had a happy ending, and how I had not stopped thinking about the woman since. I even told Jillian that I'd researched articles to see if I was bisexual or gay. By the time I was done revealing my secret to her, my chest was burning with anxiety wanting to hear what she thought.
  After a few seconds of awkward silence and me being afraid to say other word, Jillian finally spoke up. "Okay, I might be a little out of my element when it comes to that subject. I've never been with a woman."
  Letting my finger linger over the request button for a few seconds, I clicked and held my breath. Please don't let this be a mistake. "Done."
  Hanging up the phone, I kept refreshing Mahogany's Instagram page trying to see if she'd accepted me until I ended up dozing off.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The officer pulled out his notepad, wrote my cell number down, and then opened the car door so I could be on my way. If there is any reason whatsoever, we'll be in touch."
  I didn't have to be told twice. I slid into my car, cranked the ignition, and then reversed out of the driveway of my home. You can't beat having your own.
  I stood with tears in my eyes as I watched my husband of twenty years drive away. He didn't even look up to acknowledge me as he pulled out of the driveway. The brake lights never flashed on to signal he thought about coming back, either. I thought I might be hurt beyond repair. Our vows of "'til death do we part" didn't include an addendum of "unless there's a side chick."
  Since the pandemonium was over, I saw the nosy neighbors were now moving along back to their houses, shaking their heads while mumbling to one another about property values possibly decreasing because of the "nigger-acting black family." I knew they wouldn't say the shit to my face if I confronted them, so I blew it off. I had gone to battle enough for one day.
  I took one look at the beady-eyed cop and decided I hated all men. "Get the fuck off my porch and property. I don't have anything to say to your kind," I shouted as loudly as I could; then I slammed the door even louder. I thought, I am really about to sign up to play for the other team.