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conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'Bridget Jones's Diary'
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conversations.value: Bridget Jones's Diary
  He stared at me, as if distracted by something else. "Sorry," he said. "I was just trying to figure out what you mean. Have I... ? Are you suggesting that I am jealous of Daniel Cleaver? Over you?"
  I had to have a cigarette in the car for five minutes before I was calm enough to set off. Then just as I got back to the main road my dad's car drove past. Sitting next to him in the front seat was Penny Husbands-Bosworth, wearing a red lace underwired uplift basque, and two bunny ears.
  By the time I got back to London and off the motorway I was feeling pretty shaky and back much earlier than I expected, so I thought, instead of going straight home, I'd go round to Daniel's for a bit of reassurance.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Dinner was served in the "Drawing Room" on the ground floor and I found myself in the queue on the stairs directly behind Mark Darcy'.
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conversations.value: Dinner was served in the "Drawing Room" on the ground floor and I found myself in the queue on the stairs directly behind Mark Darcy.
  As he reached the top of the stairs, Natasha appeared in a stunning gold satin sheath, grabbing his arm possessively and, in her haste, tripping over one of the candles which spilled red wax on the bottom of her dress. "Fack," she said. "Fack."
  As they disappeared ahead I could hear her telling him off. "I told you it was ridiculous spending all afternoon arranging candles in dangerous places for people to fall over. Your time would have been far better spent ensuring that the placement was..."
  Funnily enough, the placement turned out to be rather brilliant. Mum was sitting next to neither Dad nor Julio but Brian Enderby, whom she always likes to flirt with. Julio had been put next to Mark Darcy's glamorous fifty-five-year-old aunt, who was beside herself with delight. My dad was pink with pleasure at sitting next to a stunning Faye Dunaway look-alike. I was really excited. Maybe I would be sandwiched between two of Mark Darcy's dishy friends, top barristers or Americans from Boston, perhaps. But as I looked for my name on the chart a familiar voice piped up beside me.
  Actually, though, once we all got a few drinks down us conversation was by no means stilted. I was asking the vicar what he thought about the miracle of Indian statues of Ganesh the Elephant God taking in milk. The vicar said the word in ecclesiastical circles was that the miracle was due to the effect on terracotta of a hot summer followed by cold weather.
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conversations.value: the last two paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then he took the champagne glass out of my hand, kissed me, and said, "Right, Bridget Jones, I'm going to give you pardon for," picked me up in his arms, carried me off into the bedroom (which had a four-poster bed!) and did all manner of things which mean whenever I see a diamond-patterned V-neck sweater in future, I am going to spontaneously combust with shame.
  Total lottery tickets profit £12 (Yessss! Yessss! Have beaten system while supporting worthwhile causes in manner of benefactor)