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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled World and Town about span, Goodman, Reviews with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: <span class="h1"><strong>Allegra Goodman Reviews <em>World and Town</em></strong></span>
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: World and Town
  Hattie does not tell Carter (who is probably thinking about Meredith, anyway), though she is beginning to understand Chhung—haunted by his first wife, his first life.
  Carter's here; the dogs are here; and her distance glasses as well, enabling her to enjoy a new favorite sight—Sarun and Sophy, headed to the public school. Chhung they'll have to keep busy, as Carter said; they'll have to find some doctors for him, too, and, if the Chhungs stay, they'll have to find a temple for Mum, and an Asian food market. Which, in truth, Hattie wouldn't mind herself. Sophy has a new jacket, silver blue, and look how her hair is sticking out the bottom of her hat; by spring she should have her ponytail back. As for Sarun, he's on an anticonvulsant but his prognosis is just fine. If only he would go to school every day now, instead of when the mood strikes him! Then they could call him truly out of the woods.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about marching.
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conversations.value: World and Town
  Hattie does not tell Carter (who is probably thinking about Meredith, anyway), though she is beginning to understand Chhung—haunted by his first wife, his first life. 
  Carter's here; the dogs are here; and her distance glasses as well, enabling her to enjoy a new favorite sight—Sarun and Sophy, headed to the public school. Chhung they'll have to keep busy, as Carter said; they'll have to find some doctors for him, too, and, if the Chhungs stay, they'll have to find a temple for Mum, and an Asian food market. Which, in truth, Hattie wouldn't mind herself. 
  But there go the kids in the meanwhile, marching up to the bus stop. Sophy has a new jacket, silver blue, and look how her hair is sticking out the bottom of her hat; by spring she should have her ponytail back. As for Sarun, he's on an anticonvulsant but his prognosis is just fine. If only he would go to school every day now, instead of when the mood strikes him! Then they could call him truly out of the woods.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.. End with the sentence ' Carter sits up.'.
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conversations.value: Well, never mind. For today, at least, here he is, with Sophy. They're wearing backpacks; they're blowing clouds; they're throwing snowballs at the stop sign. The bus—a yellow half-loaf of a thing—pulls up just ahead of them. They run to get on. The wind blows; their backpacks thump. What with the sun so low, their shadows are as big as the mountains. Carter sits up.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: But there go the kids in the meanwhile, marching up to the bus stop. Sophy has a new jacket, silver blue, and look how her hair is sticking out the bottom of her hat; by spring she should have her ponytail back. As for Sarun, he's on an anticonvulsant but his prognosis is just fine. If only he would go to school every day now, instead of when the mood strikes him! Then they could call him truly out of the woods.
  Well, never mind. For today, at least, here he is, with Sophy. They're wearing backpacks; they're blowing clouds; they're throwing snowballs at the stop sign. The bus—a yellow half-loaf of a thing—pulls up just ahead of them. They run to get on. The wind blows; their backpacks thump. What with the sun so low, their shadows are as big as the mountains. Carter sits up.
  She laughs—it's good to be watching from a different window. But now she takes off her glasses. "I'll kick the dogs out," she whispers.
  Heartfelt thanks, too, to Dan Aaron, Rosanna Alfaro, Jay Blitzman, Lydia Buechler, George Chigas, Eileen Chow, Laura Garwin, Allegra Goodman, Susan Hatch, Nancy Hefner-Smith, Ruth Hsiao, Melanie Jackson, James Jen, Mom Jen, Sue Lanser, Margot Livesey, Sovann-Thida Loeung, Deb May, Stephanie May, Mary McGrath, Markus Meister, Martha Minow, Timothy Mouth, Naomi Pierce, Tony Re-al, Frank Smith, Sayon Souen, Ernest Stern, Anne Stevens, Chhorvivoinn Sumsethi, Boreth Sun, Keto Tan, Lisa Thurau-Gray, Sarun Tith, UTEC, Tooch Van, Mike Vann, and Wendy Wornham for their generosity, candor, and expertise.
  As for my extraordinary editor, Ann Close; my patient children, Luke and Paloma; my above-average husband, David; and my great-hearted friend, Maryann: No thanks will ever be enough.