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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Emma, Ali, Sissy entitled Deep and Dark and Dangerous
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conversations.value: Deep and Dark and Dangerous: The book is about thirteen-year-old Alison O'Dywer who finds a photograph in her attic.\nThe photograph is of her mother Claire, her Aunt Dulcie, and a third girl who had been supposedly torn out of the picture.\nWhen Ali takes a surprise vacation to the lake she meets a short-tempered, nasty little girl named Sissy.\nAs Ali gets more ill-tempered with Sissy she tries to figure out Sissy's past but later she finds a very terrifying surprise; Sissy had no home and had died when her mother and aunt were little girls and that they also had interacted with them.\nAt the end of the story, Ali and Emma (Emma is her cousin she is baby sitting) find out the truth; Teresa had been the same little girl in the photograph and the last summer that Ali's mom and aunt had been there Teresa had died in a terrible accident; she had drowned in the lake.\nSissy then starts telling Ali that she wants to be buried and wants people to bring her flowers and for them to cry so she will be able to pass on to her future life.\nAli takes her five-year-old cousin who she is babysitting, Emma, to the lake to swim.\nWhile there, they meet a mean and very rude girl named Sissy.\nEmma becomes influenced by Sissy and wants to be like her.\nShe even talks rudely to Ali and almost drowns Emma in the lake—Ali gets into an argument with Sissy and Sissy leaves.\nEmma runs crying to her mother, saying Ali was mean to her and called her names.\nAli gets angry and tells Dulcie she is lying and Emma says Ali is so mean, nobody would want her.\nDulcie and Emma argue until Dulcie tells Emma she can not play with Sissy anymore, resulting with Emma throwing a temper-tantrum and Dulcie bringing her to her room to take a nap.\nCharacters.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Deep and Dark and Dangerous
  Summary: When thirteen-year-old Ali goes to spend the summer with her aunt and cousin at the family's vacation home, she stumbles upon a secret that her mother and aunt have been hiding for over thirty years. 
  In faded shades of yellow and green, Mom's older sister, Dulcie, grinned into the camera, her teeth big in her narrow face, her hair a tangled mop of tawny curls. Next to her, Mom looked off to the side, her long straight hair drawn back in a ponytail, eyes downcast, unsmiling, clearly unhappy. Dulcie was about eleven, I guessed, and Mom nine or ten. Behind the girls was water—a lake, I assumed.
  Pressed against Dulcie's other side, I could make out an arm, a shoulder, and a few strands of long hair, just enough for me to know it was a girl. The rest of her had been torn away.
  I turned the photo over, hoping to find the girl's name written on the back. There was Grandmother's neat, schoolteacherly handwriting: "Gull Cottage, 1977. Dulcie, Claire, and T—."
  I waved the photograph. "Look what I found—a picture of you and Dulcie at a lake somewhere. And another girl—"
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conversations.value: four more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'After she hung up, I sat down on the sofa'.
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conversations.value: After she hung up, I sat down on the sofa. My aunt wasn't the only one who wished I'd never met Sissy. Chauncy nudged my knee with his nose and looked at me hopefully. I petted him, and Ms. Trent laughed.
  A few minutes later, Dulcie's car pulled into the driveway next to the cottage. I glimpsed Emma in the back seat, her face pressed against the window.
  Despite all attempts to silence him, Chauncy ran to the door and barked loudly, just as he had when I'd arrived.
  In the meantime, Ms. Trent was introducing herself to Dulcie. "I'm Kathie Trent," she said, "but you'd have known me as Kathie Miller. My folks worked at Lake View Cabins, way back when the Abbotts owned the place."
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: Something stirred in the shadows behind the angel. In the dim light, I saw Sissy. For the first time she looked like what she was, nearly transparent, too thin to cast a shadow, her voice a whisper. "The doll's for you, Emma. To keep."
  Emma reached out as if to embrace Sissy, but her arms closed on nothing. Sissy was gone. Gone for good.
  Tearfully, Emma laid her flowers on the grave and picked up the doll. "Sissy wants me to have Edith."
  I laid my flowers beside Emma's. Silently, the two of us stood together, thinking our own thoughts of Sissy.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Silently, the two of us stood together, thinking our own thoughts of Sissy.."
  I laid my flowers beside Emma's. "Sissy wants me to have Edith.
  Tearfully, Emma laid her flowers on the grave and picked up the doll. Gone for good. Sissy was gone."
  Emma reached out as if to embrace Sissy, but her arms closed on nothing. To keep. "The doll's for you, Emma. For the first time she looked like what she was, nearly transparent, too thin to cast a shadow, her voice a whisper. In the dim light, I saw Sissy.Something stirred in the shadows behind the angel