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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Apothecary'? End with the sentence ' "I have the answer!" he said.'.
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conversations.value: Apothecary
  Keats looked eager again, and Janie wondered if his moods had shifted this quickly in life, or if it was just part of his ghostly driftiness. Mercurial, that was the word. "Of course!" he said. "Did you understand it?"
  She felt self-conscious. She had been excited by the idea of negative capability when she first read about it. She thought it was something like what the old gardener had told them, back in the Chelsea Physic Garden—the thing that had made her believe she might actually become a bird. But she had never expected to be quizzed on the concept by the poet himself. "It means—that you don't always need rational explanations," she said. "You can trust that mysterious things happen, and live with the strangeness of it, and allow for many different possibilities. So your mind isn't bound by rationality, I guess. You thought Shakespeare had it."
  The look on the poet's face when she said Fanny's name was touching. He had really loved her. "Oh—very well!" he said. "Let me think."
  He closed his eyes. As Janie watched, his transparent body seemed to lose form, to drift apart into a nebulous cloud, as if he were no longer an individual being, with an individual's memory. He was merging, becoming part of something larger. And the room seemed to drop in temperature. Janie shivered. It was hard to judge the time passing, but she thought he had been dissipated in that formless cloud of smoke for several minutes.
  Then the high-collared frock coat materialized, together with the spilling curls and the handsome, expressive young face. "I have the answer!" he said.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Her parents understood too. "An American doctor wouldn't give up so easily!" Mr. Scott shouted. "I'm going to go find one!"
  Mrs. Scott looked to Benjamin. "I can't lose her," she said, and he had never seen anyone so desolate. They went into the room.
  Janie lay unmoving in the bed, with her strange shorn hair around the white bandage, and Benjamin picked up her hand. She seemed to be eighty percent of her usual size. He felt no pulse in her wrist.
  The two people he loved best in the world were Janie and his father, and disaster had struck them both, through his mistakes. It was intolerable. He should have knocked her out of the car's path. But it had come around the corner so fast! It had hit her before he knew what was happening. He should never have shown Doyle what he could do. That was where it had all started. If he had kept the secrecy his father had always insisted on, then they wouldn't have come to Rome in the first place. "I could have kept this from happening," he said.
  He squeezed his eyes closed and thought of Janie turning to look at him in the street—but that just led back to the car racing around the corner. He reached back further in time, and thought of Janie at the dance in Ann Arbor, with her smooth bare shoulders and her hair piled up in stiff, sprayed curls, the unfamiliar smell of her borrowed perfume. She had seemed so far away from him then.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: "An American doctor wouldn't give up so easily!" Mr. Scott shouted. "I'm going to go find one!"
  Mrs. Scott looked to Benjamin. "I can't lose her," she said, and he had never seen anyone so desolate. They went into the room.
  Janie lay unmoving in the bed, with her strange shorn hair around the white bandage, and Benjamin picked up her hand. She seemed to be eighty percent of her usual size. He felt no pulse in her wrist.
  The two people he loved best in the world were Janie and his father, and disaster had struck them both, through his mistakes. It was intolerable. He should have knocked her out of the car's path. But it had come around the corner so fast! It had hit her before he knew what was happening. He should never have shown Doyle what he could do. That was where it had all started. If he had kept the secrecy his father had always insisted on, then they wouldn't have come to Rome in the first place. "I could have kept this from happening," he said.
  He squeezed his eyes closed and thought of Janie turning to look at him in the street—but that just led back to the car racing around the corner. He reached back further in time, and thought of Janie at the dance in Ann Arbor, with her smooth bare shoulders and her hair piled up in stiff, sprayed curls, the unfamiliar smell of her borrowed perfume. She had seemed so far away from him then.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Janie looked up when she finished reading, and again she had that odd feeling of the future as a visible plane, stretching out in front of her, ready to be filled with people and events. The sharp smell of the developing chemicals was in her nose, and she knew she would always associate the smell of a darkroom with this moment.
  Janie had become better at deciphering Benjamin's expressions and moods than she used to be, even though mind-reading skills hadn't come along with the telekinesis. Right now, for example, he was afraid to hear her reply, afraid she might not join him in what was, without question, his destiny.
  Benjamin's face was uncertain, his eyes anxious, the light revealing those copper flecks that she loved. "About which part?" he asked.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: "About which part?" he asked..
  Benjamin's face was uncertain, his eyes anxious, the light revealing those copper flecks that she loved. Right now, for example, he was afraid to hear her reply, afraid she might not join him in what was, without question, his destiny.
  Janie had become better at deciphering Benjamin's expressions and moods than she used to be, even though mind-reading skills hadn't come along with the telekinesis. The sharp smell of the developing chemicals was in her nose, and she knew she would always associate the smell of a darkroom with this moment.Janie looked up when she finished reading, and again she had that odd feeling of the future as a visible plane, stretching out in front of her, ready to be filled with people and events