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conversations.value: a title for a book about Pasadena, Texas, English-Creative with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Best Day Ever'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Best Day Ever about Adam, Adam's, Although with the genre: Self-Help, Personal Transformation.
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conversations.value: The author Adam the author, now 51 years young, is one of those golden people. Adam is amazingly gifted. His young life was enthralled with sports in which he garnered every award available. Although his professional athletic career ended at San Jose State where he experienced a severe shoulder injury, he continued to enjoy sports passionately with friends and associates. All of Adam's associates become friends. That is Adam's most incredible gift.Adam began selling autos. When he learned he could double his wages in the RV field, he swiftly changed positions and began what became his life-long career. He quickly became sales manager, usually supervising salesmen 10 years his senior. Wherever he worked, sales climbed, virtually doubling every year. It didn't take long for this news to spread. Job offers arrived. He was so admired and loved by his fellow workers that, when he left one position, all 22 of his sales people interviewed for the new job to go with him. Adam had a sales vision.While his career was managing recreational vehicle sales, his profession was coaching his team. He has a remarkable ability to inspire and encourage others. On the job, the sales personnel motivate and support one another as they greet their customers with true personal interest. Here is what Adam says about Leadership one of the very interesting chapters in Best Day Ever: The Leader has an innate ability to see what needs to be done and a spiritual quality that rouses others to see what they see and want to go with their vision.Adam took timeout from his work to write this book. When finished, he returned to the motorhome business where he is employed by McMahon's Motor Home Dealership in Palm Springs, California.Adam and his wife Tara have one child Bazil and live in Rancho Mirage, California.
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
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conversations.value: Best Day Ever
  One of the best things about standing along the shore of Lake Erie on a brisk May evening is the color of the sparkling water as it reflects the setting sun. Tonight, the water is swirled with purple and orange as it laps the rocks lining the shore.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: A chill races down my spine. Paul had grown tired of me, but instead of punching me in the face and leaving town, the way he had ended things with Lois, he'd decided to kill me. Slowly. I still get goose bumps when I admit this to myself.
  So I was ready for it to come to a head. It was a relief when he asked me to spend a weekend together in Lakeside, just the two of us. Because I knew that would be where he would take me to die. Away from the boys, away from the neighbors. Just the two of us, an envelope of arsenic and a romantic dinner. Sounds perfectly logical if you're a psycho: he needed to give me a bigger dose of poison. To finish me off. And our new cottage was the perfect place for a death scene.
  Meanwhile, I needed to escape and I would. I needed to serve him papers when and where I knew the boys would be safely out of reach. In that sense, we both agreed the lake house would be perfect.
  My parents were ecstatic that I'd come to my senses, especially my dad, who hadn't liked Paul from the start of our relationship and had frowned on our brief courtship and quick marriage. He had been right all along, but I had been too infatuated, too foolish to see beyond the lust, beyond the illusion of love.
  Paul was great with illusion. I saw him as the grand old-fashioned suitor who brought me flowers, and wrote love notes and took me to expensive and wonderful dinners. The older advertising executive who had traveled the world, who taught me about jazz music and sexual expression. I saw the Paul I wanted to see, the Paul he made sure I saw. That man was a wonderful romantic, a Renaissance man. That man was a lie.
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conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I'm stronger now. It helps that we keep tabs on Paul, that we know where he is, what he's up to down in Florida, Palm Beach of all places. I hope there will come a day when I don't wonder if he'll appear back in our lives; I hope there will be a time when I'm certain he has moved on. I want to believe that if I can move on, so can he. As he said the last time we saw each other, I disgusted him. Probably, given everything that transpired, his feelings of disgust have intensified. I just hope those feelings don't turn to revenge. Buck tells me not to worry. They are tracking him. We will be the first to know if Paul ever decides to make his way back to Ohio. He says it's time to heal, to move on.
  Together, as a family. This time, my fiancé has my parents' glowing endorsement. Especially since we are house-hunting in New York City, where the boys will once again live close to grandparents who love them. We'll keep the Lakeside cottages for now. The place is still special. Paul can't take that away from us.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Paul can't take that away from us.. The place is still special. We'll keep the Lakeside cottages for now. Especially since we are house-hunting in New York City, where the boys will once again live close to grandparents who love them. This time, my fiancé has my parents' glowing endorsement.
  Together, as a family. He says it's time to heal, to move on. We will be the first to know if Paul ever decides to make his way back to Ohio. They are tracking him. Buck tells me not to worry. I just hope those feelings don't turn to revenge. Probably, given everything that transpired, his feelings of disgust have intensified. As he said the last time we saw each other, I disgusted him. I want to believe that if I can move on, so can he. I hope there will come a day when I don't wonder if he'll appear back in our lives; I hope there will be a time when I'm certain he has moved on. It helps that we keep tabs on Paul, that we know where he is, what he's up to down in Florida, Palm Beach of all places.I'm stronger now