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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about lt;b&gt;A, Gathering, Men&lt;/b&gt with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'A Gathering of Old Men'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about lt;b&gt;A, Gathering, Men&lt;/b&gt.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Gathering of Old Men (film): A bigoted white farmer is shot in self-defense on a Louisiana sugarcane plantation.\nA group of old black men come forward en masse to take responsibility for the killing.\nAs the sheriff confronts the suspects, the young plantation owner stands firm in her defense of the old men.
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Gathering of Old Men
  Old Toddy with his snagged-teef self looked at me and grinned, 'cause he thought Gram Mon had hurt my feeling when she told me to sit back down. I checked one of my fist, but he knowed I couldn't hit him, 'cause he had already caught me and Minnie playing mama and papa in the weeds, and he told me I had a year when I couldn't do him nothing no matter what he did me, and if I did he was go'n tell Gram Mon what he caught us doing. He told me he could grin at me all he wanted to, and he could hit me, and kick me, and pinch me (in church, or home, he didn't care), and he could steal my cake if he wanted to, or my candy if I had any, and he could lose all his marbles to me, and I better not take them back, and I better not gig his spinning top when we played gigging, 'cause if I did he was go'n tell Gram Mon what he saw me and Minnie trying to do in the weeds. He said it was go'n be like that a whole year, if I liked it or not. It started just 'fore Candy started calling Gram Mon, 'cause we had just come in to eat dinner when I heard her calling out there in the yard.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: He had stopped. He was breathing sharp and hard, the way you do in the huddle after you've been tackled. He was staring down at the ground, rubbing his fists, rubbing his knuckles hard, like he was trying to rub off the skin.
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Adrienne, a small rural black community in Louisiana, the Reverend Phillip Martin comes face to face with the sins of his youth in the person of Robert X, a young, unkempt, vaguely sinister stranger who arrives in town for a mysterious "meeting" with the Reverend.'.
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conversations.value: Candy and I went out of the courtroom and stood out on the steps and watched the people leave. She asked Mathu if he wanted her to take him back home. He told her no; he told her Clatoo was there in the truck, and he would go back with Clatoo and the rest of the people. The old truck was parked in front of the courthouse, and we watched them all pile in. Candy waved goodbye to them. I felt her other hand against me, searching for my hand; then I felt her squeezing my fingers.
  A compelling love story set in a deceptively bucolic Louisiana countryside, where blacks, Cajuns, and whites maintain an uneasy coexistence.
  In St. Adrienne, a small rural black community in Louisiana, the Reverend Phillip Martin comes face to face with the sins of his youth in the person of Robert X, a young, unkempt, vaguely sinister stranger who arrives in town for a mysterious "meeting" with the Reverend.