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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Merry and Bright about York, Times, She's with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction
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conversations.value: New York Times bestselling author the author has written over two dozen romance novels. She's a three time National Reader's Choice award winner, a RITA and Holt finalist, and has numerous romantic comedy awards, including: Career Achievement in Love and Laughter from RT Book Reviews, and the Mad Cap Award. Her previous books include: The Sweetest Thing, Smart and Sexy, To All a Good Night. Jill lives with her family in Truckee, California (near Lake Tahoe). Visit her website at jillshalvis.com.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: New York Times bestselling author the author has written over two dozen romance novels. She's a three time National Reader's Choice award winner, a RITA and Holt finalist, and has numerous romantic comedy awards, including: Career Achievement in Love and Laughter from RT Book Reviews, and the Mad Cap Award. Her previous books include: The Sweetest Thing, Smart and Sexy, To All a Good Night. Jill lives with her family in Truckee, California (near Lake Tahoe). Visit her website at jillshalvis.
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conversations.value: the first paragraph for this book
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conversations.value: Merry and Bright
  Cain Maddox stepped into the elevator, and then just as the doors were about to close he heard a woman call out.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: The more Julia thought about it, the more convinced she became that her neighbor was some disreputable character. A chill went down her spine just thinking about the cold look in his eyes.
  Julia bit down on her lower lip as visions of winning that highly paid position swirled in her head. Maybe Cammie was right. Maybe this idea would be just what she needed to generate a following that would show off her communication and writing skills.
  Surely there was a better way to tackle this challenge. In addition, she sincerely doubted it would make any difference. The man was annoying, disagreeable, and stubborn.
  Bouncing her index finger against her mouth, Julia said, "I suppose killing him with kindness is worth a try."
  Julia smiled as she disconnected, picturing the toddler eagerly stuffing cat food into his mouth while his mother was sidetracked on the phone. Cammie was a great ideas person, and Julia appreciated her friend's insight.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Showing, Showing, disliked.
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conversations.value: The more Julia thought about it, the more convinced she became that her neighbor was some disreputable character. A chill went down her spine just thinking about the cold look in his eyes. 
  Julia bit down on her lower lip as visions of winning that highly paid position swirled in her head. Maybe Cammie was right. Maybe this idea would be just what she needed to generate a following that would show off her communication and writing skills. 
  Surely there was a better way to tackle this challenge. Showing kindness to someone she disliked wouldn't be easy. In addition, she sincerely doubted it would make any difference. The man was annoying, disagreeable, and stubborn. 
  Bouncing her index finger against her mouth, Julia said, "I suppose killing him with kindness is worth a try. "
  Julia smiled as she disconnected, picturing the toddler eagerly stuffing cat food into his mouth while his mother was sidetracked on the phone. Cammie was a great ideas person, and Julia appreciated her friend's insight.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: I'm wondering if anyone else has encountered a genuine curmudgeon this Christmas season? The reason I ask is because I believe Ebenezer Scrooge lives in my apartment building. To be fair, he hasn't shared his views on Christmas with me personally. One look and I can tell this guy doesn't possess a single ounce of holiday spirit. He just so happens to live directly across the hallway from me, so I've run into him on more than one occasion. To put it mildly, he's not a happy man.
  I caught him pilfering my newspaper. Really, does it get much lower than that? Well, as a matter of fact, it does. This evening, not more than a few minutes ago, I was confronted by said neighbor demanding that I turn down the Christmas "racket." I happened to be singing.
  When I complained about him to a friend—and, okay, I'll admit I was pretty ticked off at the time—it came to me that this coldhearted "neighbor" is a living, breathing Scrooge.
  So, my friends, I hope you'll join me in this little experiment. I fully intend to kill my surly neighbor with the love, joy, and fun of Christmas. Naturally, I will keep his identity confidential, referring to him only as Ebenezer.
  I'm not exactly sure where to start. If you have thoughts or suggestions, please share them below. I'll be updating this blog every day until Christmas. Hopefully, by then, this Grinch's heart will have grown a few sizes.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about claimed, sounded, dying.
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conversations.value: I'm wondering if anyone else has encountered a genuine curmudgeon this Christmas season? The reason I ask is because I believe Ebenezer Scrooge lives in my apartment building. To be fair, he hasn't shared his views on Christmas with me personally. One look and I can tell this guy doesn't possess a single ounce of holiday spirit. He just so happens to live directly across the hallway from me, so I've run into him on more than one occasion. To put it mildly, he's not a happy man. 
  I caught him pilfering my newspaper. Really, does it get much lower than that? Well, as a matter of fact, it does. This evening, not more than a few minutes ago, I was confronted by said neighbor demanding that I turn down the Christmas "racket. " I happened to be singing. He claimed it sounded like someone was dying. 
  When I complained about him to a friend—and, okay, I'll admit I was pretty ticked off at the time—it came to me that this coldhearted "neighbor" is a living, breathing Scrooge. 
  So, my friends, I hope you'll join me in this little experiment. I fully intend to kill my surly neighbor with the love, joy, and fun of Christmas. Naturally, I will keep his identity confidential, referring to him only as Ebenezer. 
  I'm not exactly sure where to start. If you have thoughts or suggestions, please share them below. I'll be updating this blog every day until Christmas. Hopefully, by then, this Grinch's heart will have grown a few sizes.