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conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Welcome to Higby'
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conversations.value: Welcome to Higby
  Talitha sat down on the corner of the bed, the contract clutched in her trembling hand. "But I don't want to be part of your family. I want to go back to Higby."
  Joy sat down next to Talitha. "We all thought it would be a good name for you. All except Pud. Pud voted for 'Ecstasy.'"
  Talitha's neck hurt from the twisted way she had scrunched her body in sleep. She looked sideways at Joy and asked, "Why's he called Pud?"
  Joy smiled, and brushed a few stray strands of Talitha's black hair away from her eyes. "If you must know, it's because Pud says there aren't any good manly qualities he'd like to have for a name, and if he gets slapped with a sissy one like Patience or Humility, he'll have trouble keeping his mind on the Redeemer. Now, I think you and I should get down on our knees and pray to the Lord that you will grow and take nourishment from your communion with us, and that your body will be forever clean from the stains of sin we plan to wash away right after breakfast."
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conversations.value: three more paragraphs
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conversations.value: Marci hung up slowly, thinking about how much she loved Stewie and how screwed up her life was at the moment. She turned back around expecting the teenaged boy to still be looking at her, but he was busy filling a food order for a woman and her three young children. All three wanted Kiddy Kluck Packs, and the mother was insisting that each contain identical prizes so her kids wouldn't fight over them.
  Nancy Leigh made a little clucking sound with her tongue as she considered what to do next. The fingers of her left hand played pianist-like against her lips. Julie watched her impatiently.
  Julie let her head drop to the steering wheel and remain there as she exhaled a loud sigh of frustration.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: Ricky knew that he was being watched as he left the anteroom. He knew that people were thinking things about him, asking themselves the same question that people had been asking about Conwell Pomeroy for most of his life. But Ricky didn't care. Not one tiny little bit.
  At 9:58 that same morning the old Higby water tower, finally yielding to gravity and the ravages of structural trauma, collapsed into a mangled wooden heap in the weed field that separated the tower from Sheila and Johnny Billows' backyard. Neither Sheila nor Johnny was home at the time. Muffin, initially frightened by the noise, soon forgot all about it and went back to clawing up Sheila's surprise lilies.
  Only one person witnessed the tower's demise: Jeannie Plough. Jeannie had been on her way to Holmes Food Village to buy milk and Tampax and instant coffee, and had stopped out of curiosity; the tower incident had been all over the local morning radio shows. More curious, though, than the fact that the structure was still standing after all it had been through, was that she was, at this critical moment, totally, completely alone.
  Careful not to go beyond the yellow crime scene tape strung around the property by Dan Shippers and Julie Garland a few hours earlier, Jeannie found herself a spot with a good view of the tower, framed by the branches of two old pines.
  As the tower heaved forward and breathed its last, Jeannie gasped, then screamed with delight. Two blue jays screeched overhead, fleeing the scene. A whoosh of displaced air blew past her face, caressing her cheeks. She laughed. She yelled, "Wham! Bam! Goddamn!"