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conversations.value: What is a plot for a book about Heather, Helen, Molly entitled Wait Till Helen Comes?
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conversations.value: Wait Till Helen Comes (film): Wait Till Helen Comes is a horror story about a young girl, Molly (Sophie Nélisse), whose mother marries a man, so they move to the country.\nHer new dad, Dave, came with a new step sister, Heather.\nWhile living out in the country Heather explores the graveyard to their church house.\nIn the graveyard she meets a ghost friend named Helen, but Helen is no friend.\nShe is actually just trying to lure Heather to drown, so that Helen can take her soul.\nMolly is the only one aware of this, and when she tries to tell her mom and brother, they think she's crazy.\nHelen and Heather made a deal that if Helen ruined Molly and her little brother's lives, Heather would go live with her.\nMolly, trying to create a relationship with Heather, keeps an eye on her to make sure Heather stays safe.\nAfter Heather runs away to the abandoned house/ Harper pond, Molly runs after her to make sure nothing happens.\nBut when she gets there Heather is being lured into the pond by Helen, and starts to drown due to the long grass at the bottom of the pond.\nMolly runs in to save her while the rain pours down on them.\nMolly finally gets a hold of the unconscious Heather, and brings her back to shore.\nAfter Heather wakes up, she tries to run after Helen, back in the pond.\nMolly drags her into the old house, so they could have shelter from the rain.\nAs their walking through the house, the floor collapses and they become trapped in an unknown lower story.\nWhile in there, they talk about dark secrets and create a trust for each other.\nFinally, their family shows up and saves them both.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Wait Till Helen Comes
  Summary: Molly and Michael dislike their spooky new stepsister Heather but realize that they must try to save her when she seems ready to follow a ghost child to her doom. 
  Mom filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove. Her cheeks were pink from the March wind, and so was the tip of her nose. "You and Molly will love it," she promised. "It's exactly the sort of place Dave and I have been looking for all winter. There's a carriage house for him to use as a pottery workshop and space in the choir loft for me to set up a studio. It's perfect."
  Mom smiled and gazed past me, out our kitchen window and into Mrs. Overton's window directly across the alley. I had a feeling she was seeing herself standing in front of an easel, working on one of her huge oil paintings, far from what she called the "soul-killing life of the city." She has a maddening habit of drifting away into her private dream world just when you need her most.
  Mom sighed and shook her head. "I'm afraid you two will have to make other plans for summer. We'll be moving in June, and I can't possibly drive all the way back to Baltimore every day."
  But Michael wasn't easy to convince. Slumping down in his chair, he mumbled, "I'd rather stay in Baltimore, even if I never see anything but cockroaches, pigeons, and rats."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is three more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Mom paused at the doorway and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "But you could have stayed here or taken her to the library with you," she said. "None of this would have happened if you had done what I asked you to."
  Michael grabbed my arm and stopped me from following Mom into the kitchen. "Drop it," he whispered. "She's really upset, and you'll just make things worse." His face wore its worried expression, making him look more like a little old man than usual.
  Pulling away from him, I crossed the kitchen to the stove. Mom was stirring the stew she'd cooked. "I'm sorry," I said softly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: "I'm sorry," I said softly.. Mom was stirring the stew she'd cooked.
  Pulling away from him, I crossed the kitchen to the stove." His face wore its worried expression, making him look more like a little old man than usual. "She's really upset, and you'll just make things worse. "Drop it," he whispered."
  Michael grabbed my arm and stopped me from following Mom into the kitchen. "None of this would have happened if you had done what I asked you to. "But you could have stayed here or taken her to the library with you," she said.Mom paused at the doorway and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Heather and I looked at each other. The sun warmed our backs as it shone down through the oak's reddening leaves. Bees buzzed in the goldenrod and a grasshopper bounded away from Michael as he approached us.
  I nodded, but Michael rolled his eyes skyward. "Not Helen again. I thought we'd heard the last of that ghost stuff."
  Silently Heather fastened the chain around her neck, smiling at me as she did so. Together we walked out of the graveyard. Behind us, Michael kicked at the grass.