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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Joint, div>the, Stock with the genre: Arts & Photography, Performing Arts?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Journal of the Plague Year'
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conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Journal of the Plague Year
  With thanks to Jarek Rybski, Michael Czajkowski, Shane McLean and Irene Bock for their assistance in researching the world before the Cull.
  THE VAN HAD taken them as far as Wrocław before running out of gas. She had barely been able to see the road by then, dusk and her own leaden eyelids making the obstacle course of abandoned cars into a deathtrap.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Katy, driving, running.
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conversations.value: Journal of the Plague Year
  With thanks to Jarek Rybski, Michael Czajkowski, Shane McLean and Irene Bock for their assistance in researching the world before the Cull. 
  THE VAN HAD taken them as far as Wrocław before running out of gas. Katy had been driving two whole days and half a night by that time, running on fumes herself. She had barely been able to see the road by then, dusk and her own leaden eyelids making the obstacle course of abandoned cars into a deathtrap.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Emil's jaw stopped moving, and then he forcibly swallowed. "Oh?" he got out, tensing up. Cued by his mistrust, for a moment Katy expected the Reverend Calumn to sweep in like Darth Vader to take possession of him.
  Leszek smiled. "I do not think the church exists as you imagine it, in our new world, but these men are men of faith, yes, as well as of science."
  The expected explosion did not come. Emil took a deep breath and occupied himself with a piece of carrot until he could say, with clipped decorum, "You will forgive me for saying that I have never observed faith to be the friend of science."
  Emil's fuse was well and truly lit, and so Katy jumped in to stop him saying anything unwise, or possibly blasphemous.
  She took a deep breath. Here was something she had been wondering whether to throw at him, and now probably wasn't the time, but: "I'd believe you have a radio."
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Lee Keegan's fifteen. If most of the population of the world hadn't just died choking on their own blood, he might be worrying about acne, body odour and girls. As it is, he and the young Matron of his boarding school, Jane Crowther, have to try and protect their charges from cannibalistic gangs, religious fanatics, a bullying prefect experimenting with crucifixion, and even the might of the US Army.
  It swept across the world like the end of times, a killer virus that spared only those with one rare blood type. Now, in the ruined cities, cannibalism and casual murder are the rule, and religious fervour vies with cynical self-interest. The few who hope to make a difference, to rise above the monsters, must sometimes become monsters themselves.
  Even before the plague, he was a weapon, cold and brutal; and the Cull took away his one shot at regaining his humanity. Now, deep in the squalor of London, he receives a signal, and a flicker of hope. But the source of the signal is half a world away, and he must fight gangs, collectors, and the powerful Church of the New Dawn to get there.
  Spending five years locked in a secret bunker, with only the dead for company, is enough to drive anyone mad. But Jasmine's crazier than most; she survived the Cull, but the Cure's worse, leaving her with a Voice that whispers at her to do terrible things. Rescued by the rulers of the New Caribbean, she is sent to investigate a second plague.
  Cade didn't exactly care about people, but if someone he almost cared about was in trouble, he'd help if he could. If that meant taking on religious maniacs, suited cannibals and hippies who dealt out free love and fast death... well, I'm kind of runnin' my mouth here. This ain't a peaceful story, and Cade... Cade wasn't a peaceful man.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Cade wasn't a peaceful man. If most of the population of the world hadn't just died choking on their own blood, he might be worrying about acne, body odour and girls. As it is, he and the young Matron of his boarding school, Jane Crowther, have to try and protect their charges from cannibalistic gangs, religious fanatics, a bullying prefect experimenting with crucifixion, and even the might of the US Army.
  It swept across the world like the end of times, a killer virus that spared only those with one rare blood type. Now, in the ruined cities, cannibalism and casual murder are the rule, and religious fervour vies with cynical self-interest. The few who hope to make a difference, to rise above the monsters, must sometimes become monsters themselves.
  Even before the plague, he was a weapon, cold and brutal; and the Cull took away his one shot at regaining his humanity. Now, deep in the squalor of London, he receives a signal, and a flicker of hope. But the source of the signal is half a world away, and he must fight gangs, collectors, and the powerful Church of the New Dawn to get there.
  Spending five years locked in a secret bunker, with only the dead for company, is enough to drive anyone mad. But Jasmine's crazier than most; she survived the Cull, but the Cure's worse, leaving her with a Voice that whispers at her to do terrible things. Rescued by the rulers of the New Caribbean, she is sent to investigate a second plague.
  Cade didn't exactly care about people, but if someone he almost cared about was in trouble, he'd help if he could. If that meant taking on religious maniacs, suited cannibals and hippies who dealt out free love and fast death... well, I'm kind of runnin' my mouth here. This ain't a peaceful story, and Cade...Lee Keegan's fifteen.