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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Too Good To Be True about Graces, Grace, Civil with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States.
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conversations.value: Three weeks before her wedding, Graces fianc calls it off to date her younger, prettier sister. Grace is a history teacher, and the only males she meets are her teenage students, elderly men at the dance class her friend teaches at the nursing home, and guys at her Civil War reenactment-society battles, where its hard to flirt when they have to play dead. Sick of being pitied, she tells everyone that shes happily involved with a pediatric surgeon. Cheeky, cute, and satisfying, the author romance is perfect entertainment for a girls night in. --Hilary Hatton
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conversations.value: a title for a book about Grady, Annie, Archie with the genre: Romance, Contemporary
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Too Good To Be True'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Too Good To Be True
  Today was an unfortunate mix of surprisingly good and the kind of bad you never quite get over. I'd start with the good, but I'm so traumatized by tonight's horrible ending that it's all I can think about. It was the most embarrassing moment to date of my thirteen-year-almost-four-month existence, which is saying a lot, because I've suffered a lot of embarrassing moments. But they all pale in comparison to what happened tonight. I'll get to the beginning of the story in a minute, but the main point is that my best friend heard, smelled, and practically saw my dad take a dump.
  The whole thing started this afternoon when my mom called Brynn's mom to see if the Stephenses wanted to go with us to try the Crawfish Cafe. It's not that often that anything opens in Faraway, Alabama, especially a new restaurant, so everyone was excited to try it. Particularly Dad. Actually, he was more than excited. In the car on the way to the restaurant, he was literally blabbering the whole way about the restaurant business and how hard it is to get it right, and how the Crawfish Cafe originated in New Orleans and is a big hit there. "I'm anxious to see what they did with the place," he told Mom.
  May and June and I were in the backseat. May leaned forward. "Dad, why do you care what they did with the place?"
  Dad smiled into the rearview mirror and shrugged like he suddenly didn't want to seem so anxious. "They're our competition now," he explained. "There are a limited number of dining-out dollars in Faraway, and I want to make sure I know what the Love Doctor Diner is up against."
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Too Good To Be True
  Today was an unfortunate mix of surprisingly good and the kind of bad you never quite get over. I'd start with the good, but I'm so traumatized by tonight's horrible ending that it's all I can think about. It was the most embarrassing moment to date of my thirteen-year-almost-four-month existence, which is saying a lot, because I've suffered a lot of embarrassing moments. But they all pale in comparison to what happened tonight. I'll get to the beginning of the story in a minute, but the main point is that my best friend heard, smelled, and practically saw my dad take a dump.
  The whole thing started this afternoon when my mom called Brynn's mom to see if the Stephenses wanted to go with us to try the Crawfish Cafe. It's not that often that anything opens in Faraway, Alabama, especially a new restaurant, so everyone was excited to try it. Particularly Dad. Actually, he was more than excited. In the car on the way to the restaurant, he was literally blabbering the whole way about the restaurant business and how hard it is to get it right, and how the Crawfish Cafe originated in New Orleans and is a big hit there. "I'm anxious to see what they did with the place," he told Mom.
  May and June and I were in the backseat. May leaned forward. "Dad, why do you care what they did with the place?"
  Dad smiled into the rearview mirror and shrugged like he suddenly didn't want to seem so anxious. "They're our competition now," he explained. "There are a limited number of dining-out dollars in Faraway, and I want to make sure I know what the Love Doctor Diner is up against.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: This morning at dance, after we finished practicing our dances for the pep rally and the halftime show, Ms. Baumann gave out the T-shirts we're going to be wearing for homecoming. They're supercute red fitted shirts with the school logo on them, and she said we should all wear them with denim shorts.
  When I got home from dance, I invited Billy over. I haven't seen him for a while because I've been so busy with dance, but Mom was making homemade pizzas for lunch, and I know he loves pizza. When he walked into the kitchen, May and June were putting toppings on their pizzas. When they saw Billy, they got super excited.
  My sisters love Billy. Anyway, there were three small pizzas, and Billy spelled out May with pepperoni on one and June with black olives on another. Then he looked at me. "Can I be your pizza decorator too?" he asked.
  He spelled out my name in mushrooms and basil, and then he made me hold it up while he took a picture of me with his phone. He actually made it his new phone wallpaper, which kind of annoyed me. It wasn't even a good picture of me.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: It wasn't even a good picture of me. Baumann gave out the T-shirts we're going to be wearing for homecoming. They're supercute red fitted shirts with the school logo on them, and she said we should all wear them with denim shorts.
  When I got home from dance, I invited Billy over. I haven't seen him for a while because I've been so busy with dance, but Mom was making homemade pizzas for lunch, and I know he loves pizza. When he walked into the kitchen, May and June were putting toppings on their pizzas. When they saw Billy, they got super excited.
  My sisters love Billy. Anyway, there were three small pizzas, and Billy spelled out May with pepperoni on one and June with black olives on another. Then he looked at me. "Can I be your pizza decorator too?" he asked.
  He spelled out my name in mushrooms and basil, and then he made me hold it up while he took a picture of me with his phone. He actually made it his new phone wallpaper, which kind of annoyed me.This morning at dance, after we finished practicing our dances for the pep rally and the halftime show, Ms.
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
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conversations.value: And then there's Matt. I don't know if I should put him in the good or the bad category. I'm never sure about Matt. I guess he falls somewhere in between.
  And maybe that's what life is like. There are times when life is good and times when it can be horrible. The good phase might last a day or a week or a month or, if you're lucky, maybe longer. But at some point, there's going to be some bad sprinkled in. And when there is, I think Gaga actually had it right.
  Laurie Friedman was on the gymnastics team in middle school and high school, but her real passion was and still is for dance. She identifies with April Sinclair not only in her love of dance but also in her small-town Southern roots, her questions about karma, and her adolescent confusion over two boys she liked for different reasons.