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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Handle With Care about Don't with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Poetry.
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conversations.value: the author is a young writer, actor and filmmaker. A multi-talented individual. As a writer his works include poetry, novels, short stories and screenplays. At the age of 20 he published his first book of poems 'Don't Mind my Mind'
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Don't.
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conversations.value: Handle with Care (The Vampire Diaries): Silas (Paul Wesley) is a mortal witch again and now he cannot wait to die so he can be with his one true love again.\nIn order to do that, he has to first destroy the Other Side that Qetsiyah (Janina Gavankar) created to trap deceased supernatural beings.\nHe has to destroy it so he will not get trapped there when he dies.\nHe explains to Damon (Ian Somerhalder) and Elena (Nina Dobrev) that to do that, they have to first find the anchor that Qetsiyah bonded to the Other Side and destroy it and that this anchor is in New Jersey.\nSilas, Damon and Jeremy (Steven McQueen) leave for New Jersey while Elena stays behind since Silas does not want her with them.\nBefore they go, Elena makes sure to remind Silas that he has to bring Bonnie (Kat Graham) back to life before he dies and he promises that he will.\nStefan wakes up at Tessa\'s cabin and seems confused.\nTessa explains to him what happened and also tells him that he had a text she could not resist reading, and from it she knows Silas is mortal again and she can finally kill him.\nTessa reminds Stefan that Silas knows where the anchor is due to his mind reading power so she has to kill him before he tries to destroy it.\nBut when she tries to leave the cabin she cannot because Silas cast a spell on it.\nTessa and Stefan are trapped in the cabin until the sundown.\nElena does not know where Stefan is and tries to find him.\nShe keeps calling him until Tessa answers his phone while he is in another room.\nTessa tells Elena she slept with Stefan.\nElena does not understand why Stefan prefers to be with Tessa, and Damon is forced to tell her what he and Silas did to him in order Silas get his power back so he can read Tessa\'s mind.\nElena decides to go to Tessa\'s house to check up on Stefan and when she walks through the front door she also falls victim to the spell.\nSilas, Damon and Jeremy arrive in New Jersey and start searching for the anchor but Silas does not know exactly where it is or what it looks like.\nWhile they are searching, Tessa calls Damon and demands he kill Silas before Silas can destroy the anchor, otherwise she will kill Elena.\nDamon, even though he promised Elena to bring Bonnie back, decides to do what Tessa asks of him so Elena won\'t die.\nOn his way to do it, Damon is attacked by two travelers who tell him they don\'t want him to kill Silas yet.\nDamon kills both of them, then calls Tessa back to ask why the travelers would stop him since they hate Silas.\nTessa tells him they want Silas because he is the only source of the cure now, and reveals to him that the anchor is not an object but a person - a person Silas won\'t be able to hurt.\nSilas finds the anchor and is surprised to discover it is his true love, Amara, as he had believed she was dead.\nQetsiyah had imprisoned her in stone for 2,000 years.\nHe feeds her his blood, to awaken her.\nAs she revives, Amara is confused how he is still alive.\nHe explains everything to her and when Amara hears that Silas took the cure, she stabs him and drains him because she does not want to live one more day.\nDamon finds Amara alone and confused and when he realizes that she is not immortal anymore, he captures her and takes her back to the Salvatore house to protect her, since she is the one thing keeping the Other Side - and Bonnie - existing.\nIf Amara dies, the Other Side will be destroyed and Bonnie will never come back to life.\nBack in the cabin, Stefan is trying to cook something and he is very cozy with Tessa despite Elena\'s presence.\nElena cannot understand why Stefan is acting that way.\nStefan, in a moment where Tessa is not close enough to hear him, tells Elena he is trying to help her and he will not let Tessa kill her.\nHe stabs Tessa at sundown and he and Elena manage to escape and return home.\nDamon and Jeremy are there too and Damon tells Elena and Jeremy that they have to protect Amara from now on.\nIn the meantime, Katherine celebrates the fact that she is still alive, when she is surprised to discover a gray lock of hair.\nShe does not know where to go for help since Damon does not want her and Stefan does not remember her, so she goes to Elena and Caroline\'s dorm room.\nCaroline (Candice Accola) is packing to leave when she realizes that the woman she is talking to is not Elena but Katherine.\nKatherine offers to help her discover what the professor is doing in exchange for letting her stay with her.\nThey go to Maxfield\'s (Rick Cosnett) laboratory, tie him to a chair and start draining him to get the vervain out of his system.\nOnce they can compel him, Maxfield tells them of a secret society on campus, and how the members were going to invite Elena to be a member until they began to suspect she was a vampire.\nMaxfield does not realize he is talking to Katherine and not Elena who tells Caroline it won\'t be very difficult to prove that Elena is not a vampire.\nKatherine shows up to the society party and enters the house without an invitation.\nThis convinces the society members that Elena is not a vampire.\nKatherine sees Aaron (Shaun Sipos) there and while they are talking, she loses one of her teeth.\nShe does not know what is happening to her and leaves the party immediately.\nBack at the laboratory, Caroline compels Maxfield to tell her about the secret society and why he covered Megan\'s death.\nHe reveals that the name of the society is "Augustine" and that he covered the real reason of Megan\'s death because the vampire who killed her was Augustine.\nBefore Caroline gets the chance to ask for more details, a member of the society knocks on the door.\nCaroline compels Maxfield to forget everything that happened over the last few hours and that she and Elena are vampires.\nLater, when Maxfield is alone, Katherine comes back and reveals to him that she is not Elena and asks for his help.\nShe wants him to help her discover what is happening to her because she believes she is dying and she wants him to stop it; if he will not help her then she\'ll reveal to the whole campus what he has been doing in his laboratory (experimenting on vampires).\nThe episode ends with Tessa and Stefan, where Tessa gives Stefan all his memories back to make him suffer after he betrayed her to help Elena.
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Handle with Care
  Every plaintiff mill firm—Bob Ramirez included—began a case with a cost-benefit analysis. It's what had taken us so long to contact the O'Keefes between meetings: I would review a claim with experts, I would do due diligence to ascertain other suits like this and what the payouts had been. Once I knew that the estimated settlement would at least cover the costs of our time and the experts' fees, I'd call the prospective clients and tell them they had a valid complaint. "You don't have to worry about attorney's fees," I now said smoothly. "That would become part of the settlement. However, realistically, you do need to know that most wrongful birth suits settle out of court for less money than a jury would award, because malpractice insurance companies don't want the press. Of the cases that do go to court, seventy-five percent find in favor of the defendant. Your particular case, which hinges on a misread sonogram, might not sway the jury—sonograms don't make the most convincing evidence at a trial. And there will be considerable public scrutiny. There always is, when someone brings a wrongful birth suit."
  Charlotte's eyes welled with tears. "I'm in it for Willow. I'm the one who brought her into this world, so it's up to me to make sure that she suffers as little as possible. That doesn't make me a monster." She pressed her fingers to the corners of her eyes. "Or does it?"
  It was probable that, by the time this lawsuit got to court, you would be old enough to fully understand the ramifications of what your mother was doing—just like I had, one day, when I was told about my adoption. I knew what it was like to feel as if your own mom didn't want you. In fact, I'd spent my whole childhood inventing excuses for her. Daydream 1: She was desperately in love with a boy who'd gotten her pregnant, and her family couldn't bear the stain of shame, so they sent her to Switzerland and told everyone she was at boarding school when, instead, she was having me. Daydream 2: She was headed off to the Peace Corps to save the world when she found herself pregnant—and realized she had to put the needs of others above her own desire for a baby. Daydream 3: She was an actress, America's sweetheart, who would lose her family-values midwest audience if they learned that she was a single mom. Daydream 4: She and my father were poor, struggling dairy farmers who wanted their baby to have a better life than they could offer.
  I figured there was one seminal moment when a woman realized what it meant to be a mother. For my birth mom, maybe it was when she passed me to a nurse and said good-bye. For the mother who'd raised me, it was when she sat me down at the kitchen table and told me that I had been adopted. For your mother, it was making the decision to file this lawsuit in spite of the public and private backlash. Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: So every morning I baked to forget, until the windows steamed and just breathing felt like sitting down at the finest table. I baked until my hands were red and raw and my nails were caked with flour. I baked until I stopped wondering why a lawsuit could move so exceedingly slowly. I baked until I didn't wonder where next month's mortgage payment would come from. I baked until it grew so hot in the kitchen that I wore only a tank top and jogging shorts under my apron, until I imagined myself under the golden dome of a flaky crust of my own making, wondering if Sean would break through before I suffocated.
  Which is why I was stunned when the doorbell rang in the middle of a fleet of beignets. I was not expecting anyone—I had nothing to expect anymore, period. On the porch stood a stranger, making me even more aware of the fact that I was only half dressed and my hair was grayed with confectioners' sugar.
  He was short and round, with a double chin and a matching curve to his receding hairline. He was holding a plastic bag full of my short-bread, tied with a green ribbon.
  It had taken me a week to agree. I didn't have the time or the inclination to drive all over New Hampshire delivering muffins in the morning; I didn't know how much I could promise to produce. For every caveat I raised, Henry had a solution, and within a week I had run a draft contract past Marin that was sweet enough to get me to agree. To celebrate, I baked Henry an almond-blueberry coffeecake. He sat at my kitchen table, drinking coffee, eating cake with a newly minted businesswoman. "I've tried to pinpoint it," he mused, watching me sign the contract. "There's a certain something in your cooking that's like nothing I've ever tasted. It's addictive, really."
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: ". I baked until my hands were red and raw and my nails were caked with flour. I baked until I stopped wondering why a lawsuit could move so exceedingly slowly. I baked until I didn't wonder where next month's mortgage payment would come from. I baked until it grew so hot in the kitchen that I wore only a tank top and jogging shorts under my apron, until I imagined myself under the golden dome of a flaky crust of my own making, wondering if Sean would break through before I suffocated.
  Which is why I was stunned when the doorbell rang in the middle of a fleet of beignets. I was not expecting anyone—I had nothing to expect anymore, period. On the porch stood a stranger, making me even more aware of the fact that I was only half dressed and my hair was grayed with confectioners' sugar.
  He was short and round, with a double chin and a matching curve to his receding hairline. He was holding a plastic bag full of my short-bread, tied with a green ribbon.
  It had taken me a week to agree. I didn't have the time or the inclination to drive all over New Hampshire delivering muffins in the morning; I didn't know how much I could promise to produce. For every caveat I raised, Henry had a solution, and within a week I had run a draft contract past Marin that was sweet enough to get me to agree. To celebrate, I baked Henry an almond-blueberry coffeecake. He sat at my kitchen table, drinking coffee, eating cake with a newly minted businesswoman. "I've tried to pinpoint it," he mused, watching me sign the contract. "There's a certain something in your cooking that's like nothing I've ever tasted. It's addictive, really.So every morning I baked to forget, until the windows steamed and just breathing felt like sitting down at the finest table.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Place the sugar and corn syrup in a saucepan and cook over low heat. Stir occasionally, until the sugar is dissolved. Raise the heat to high and bring the mixture to a boil, until a candy thermometer registers 310 degrees F (hard-crack stage). Remove from the heat and cool slightly. Let the syrup stand to thicken, about 1 minute.
  Dip a fork into the sugar syrup and wave it back and forth over the baking sheet to paint long threads. The syrup will begin hardening almost immediately. With practice you can form the strands into lace, swirls, the letters of your name.
  To serve, spoon some of the sabayon sauce into a shallow bowl or onto a large plate and top with 2 poached meringues. Gently place a few threads of spun sugar around the meringue, not on top, or it will deflate.
  The outcome of this recipe is a work of art, if you can make it through the complicated preparation. Above all else: handle everything with care. This dessert, like you, is gone before you know it. This dessert, like you, is impossibly sweet.