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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Pace, Pray, Sinner with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Pray for Us Sinners'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Pray for Us Sinners about Bangor, County, Northern with the genre: Comics & Graphic Novels, Graphic Novels.
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conversations.value: the author was born in 1941 and grew up in Bangor, County Down, Northern Ireland. He studied at Campbell College and the Queen's University, both in Belfast. After qualifying in medicine in 1964 and as a gynecologist in 1969, he emigrated to Canada, where he has worked in Ontario, Alberta, Manitoba and British Columbia. He retired in 2001 to
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Pray for Us Sinners
  All these stories in this series are completely fictional—and were written for the writer's own creative enjoyment—the characters, incidents and towns, except for the mention of major cities are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons or places is wholly coincidental and unintentional. This has been written over a great number of years—beginning in the mid to late 1940s—when the writer was in her early teens and the story and characters are original with her and her deceased cousin.
  God did not create conformity. No two snowflakes are alike. In his divine love, he luxuriantly takes the time to create even each snowflake separately to be unique.
  Why then does man in his arrogance force square pegs into round holes? Why, in his arrogance, does man demand conformity and in the process destroy the individual works of art that God himself created—and approves and encourages and loves!
  The angel left her place in choir when she heard her name called and as quick as the thought, she was in the presence of the Father. While the voices of the choirs swelled round her, the eternal light that was the Creator impressed a message upon her heart. Love poured over her, and a thrill of joy shivered her being as the words came alive in her and simultaneously on Earth in the womb of a woman during the act of love with her husband.
  Praising and glorifying God, Varda sang her thanksgiving and then, wrapped in the awesome love of her Maker, was again transported in a twinkling—this time to an earthly destination. In her exquisite joy at being designated a guardian, Varda took no notice of her physical surroundings, choosing instead to focus on the woman who had conceived the child who from this moment on would be her special charge—the child she would watch over, guard, protect, and guide safely back to heaven.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: It's possible that nobody ever loved a man the way Rose loved Jack Nash and it's probable that nobody ever hurt as bad as she hurt once he was gone and she knew it was her fault that he went.
  She remembered the beginning, when she was a very little girl making those mud cakes for her baby dolls and the landlord's beautiful son accidentally stepped backward and smashed them to set her wailing in protest until she looked up into those eyes that were as pure and blue as if a piece of the spring sky had fallen into them. She was no longer a yowling little 5-year-old playing house but from that instant on and for all the rest of her life she was a woman in love. The mud cakes and the baby dolls lay forever after forgotten in the dust while she plotted and dreamed about the day (and never doubted its coming) when Jack Nash would look into her eyes again and know with the same certainty she had, that they were two halves of one whole and that neither would ever be anything without the other. And it had all come true—but Rose had never imagined the ending—that came out of a clear blue sky like one of those sudden summer hailstorms back in Mississippi; storms that never failed to tear up Mama's vegetable garden and demolish her flowerbeds.
  When the first week without Jack was over, Rose knew she couldn't live through a second week. It wasn't that she merely missed him, it was that she wasn't all there without him. He really was the other half of her! She decided then to just go ahead and die, and she stopped eating, she tried to stop drinking too, but kept taking sips of water without thinking.
  Then Leo and Viola and Mary Jean made some kind of pact to keep her alive, and they wouldn't let her alone long enough to die. Mary Jean threatened to put her into a hospital and force-feed her... that idea was so disgusting she had to give up and eat. Besides, Leo pointed out that if she were to die, the baby would die also and since keeping the baby alive was what caused Jack to leave in the first place, it really didn't make sense to kill the baby now and not get Jack back anyway.
  In the state she was in, all that made perfect sense, so she set aside all thoughts of dying—for the time being at least.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: In the state she was in, all that made perfect sense, so she set aside all thoughts of dying—for the time being at least.
  She remembered the beginning, when she was a very little girl making those mud cakes for her baby dolls and the landlord's beautiful son accidentally stepped backward and smashed them to set her wailing in protest until she looked up into those eyes that were as pure and blue as if a piece of the spring sky had fallen into them. She was no longer a yowling little 5-year-old playing house but from that instant on and for all the rest of her life she was a woman in love. The mud cakes and the baby dolls lay forever after forgotten in the dust while she plotted and dreamed about the day (and never doubted its coming) when Jack Nash would look into her eyes again and know with the same certainty she had, that they were two halves of one whole and that neither would ever be anything without the other. And it had all come true—but Rose had never imagined the ending—that came out of a clear blue sky like one of those sudden summer hailstorms back in Mississippi; storms that never failed to tear up Mama's vegetable garden and demolish her flowerbeds.
  When the first week without Jack was over, Rose knew she couldn't live through a second week. It wasn't that she merely missed him, it was that she wasn't all there without him. He really was the other half of her! She decided then to just go ahead and die, and she stopped eating, she tried to stop drinking too, but kept taking sips of water without thinking.
  Then Leo and Viola and Mary Jean made some kind of pact to keep her alive, and they wouldn't let her alone long enough to die. Mary Jean threatened to put her into a hospital and force-feed her... that idea was so disgusting she had to give up and eat. Besides, Leo pointed out that if she were to die, the baby would die also and since keeping the baby alive was what caused Jack to leave in the first place, it really didn't make sense to kill the baby now and not get Jack back anyway.It's possible that nobody ever loved a man the way Rose loved Jack Nash and it's probable that nobody ever hurt as bad as she hurt once he was gone and she knew it was her fault that he went.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Back downstairs in the grocery, the sadness lifted a bit when Claire Louise and Walter paused to embrace Mary Jean and bid her good-bye before Leo and Viola walked them to Walter's car and the Wesslemans and the Bradleys found themselves unable to do any more for a while than stare at one another without words.
  Walter smiled and walked up to them, embracing Viola and Leo in turn before going back to his side of the car. "You Wesselmans are good people," he spoke from his heart. "Rose and Jack were lucky to know you and so are Claire and I. We are going to be one big family starting right now. But we've got to get home to Cynthia and JC now so they know they haven't been deserted."
  Mary Jean was waiting at the counter and she confronted Leo as soon as he stepped through the door by waving the Closed sign at him to show she'd already taken it out of the window.
  Leo shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Nobody could say for sure." He tried in vain to move away from her. He wanted to do something constructive. Empty crates... stock shelves... move something. But Mary Jean was determined; she pursued him like a hawk after a mouse. Eventually he found himself at the end of an aisle with no place to turn so he had to give up. He stared at the shelves around him, giving the impression this was what he'd been looking for all the time and to his relief found some cans of peas mixed in with the stewed tomato display. With a satisfied grunt, he busied himself restoring order while he considered how best to answer his landlady's question. It took him awhile. She waited.
  Leo shrugged again. He finished sorting the canned goods before he turned to look at her, shaking his head. "She was before Jack Nash died in her arms. I think maybe her heart broke then. I think maybe she died of a broken heart."
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: ". I think maybe she died of a broken heart. I think maybe her heart broke then. "She was before Jack Nash died in her arms. He finished sorting the canned goods before he turned to look at her, shaking his head.
  Leo shrugged again. She waited. It took him awhile. With a satisfied grunt, he busied himself restoring order while he considered how best to answer his landlady's question. He stared at the shelves around him, giving the impression this was what he'd been looking for all the time and to his relief found some cans of peas mixed in with the stewed tomato display. Eventually he found himself at the end of an aisle with no place to turn so he had to give up. But Mary Jean was determined; she pursued him like a hawk after a mouse. move something... stock shelves... Empty crates. He wanted to do something constructive." He tried in vain to move away from her.
  Leo shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Nobody could say for sure."
  Mary Jean was waiting at the counter and she confronted Leo as soon as he stepped through the door by waving the Closed sign at him to show she'd already taken it out of the window. But we've got to get home to Cynthia and JC now so they know they haven't been deserted. We are going to be one big family starting right now. "Rose and Jack were lucky to know you and so are Claire and I. "You Wesselmans are good people," he spoke from his heart.
  Walter smiled and walked up to them, embracing Viola and Leo in turn before going back to his side of the car.Back downstairs in the grocery, the sadness lifted a bit when Claire Louise and Walter paused to embrace Mary Jean and bid her good-bye before Leo and Viola walked them to Walter's car and the Wesslemans and the Bradleys found themselves unable to do any more for a while than stare at one another without words