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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Virginia, NASA, Langley with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Process of Elimination'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Process of Elimination about English, WILLIAM, RUSH with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense.
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conversations.value: WILLIAM RUSH, born in London to U.S. Foreign Service parents, graduated from Colorado State University with a degree in English. He began his teaching career overseas in the mid-1970s. Currently he is a high school English teacher in Cleveland, Texas, north of Houston. There he lives with his wife and three children.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Process of Elimination
  Adam sat looking into a dozen cameras all of which had just turned his way'.
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conversations.value: Process of Elimination
  Adam sat looking into a dozen cameras all of which had just turned his way. And though embarrassed by Sharp's ridiculous display, he was surprised at how calm he felt. Being on television simply didn't feel the way he thought it would. Camera crews worked all around him, but without the immediate feedback of seeing himself on screen, Adam felt as if he was simply sitting alone with one man. A very annoying, egotistical, pompous idiot of a man, but still just one man.
  Bob Sharp stepped from behind his desk. He extended a hand to Adam who sat in the "man of the hour" chair. They shook warmly like long lost friends.
  Adam kept an upright posture, trying to appear confident and alert, the way an "American hero" should appear. "Well, I guess the best place to start is just as the debate was about to begin."
  Adam smiled the obligatory "heroic" smile. "As soon as the door fell, Agent Valin and I rushed into the room. We didn't know what to expect, so we both had weapons drawn."
  Sharp cleared his throat, turning the attention back to him. "My audience may not know about your background. Let me interject here. You carry a handgun because you're a private investigator, and you're licensed to do this, correct?"
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conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The group was still fifty or more yards in front of him, but he saw that there were two couples. One pair was Caucasian, looking to be in their mid-thirties. The man's white button-up shirt and the lady's pressed slacks and blouse marked them as at least upper middle-class. The other two were significantly older, perhaps in their sixties. Their olive skin and dark black hair announced their Asian heritage even at a distance. All stood without umbrellas, evidently willing to endure the soft drizzle.
  As Randall drew nearer, the four moved away from the sedan and into the center of the road. The entire group seemed oblivious to him. The younger well-dressed man was speaking, although with the noise of light rain, Randall couldn't quite make out the words. The man's wife stood quietly by his side with a single hand resting lightly on his arm as if for support. The Asian couple both stared at the gentleman with great intensity. Every few seconds, the older man would bow his head slightly, acknowledging what was being said. The old woman remained stiff.
  Passing just a few yards from the group, Randall heard only a single sentence that the Caucasian man spoke. The words caused him to look to the face of the Asian woman, their eyes meeting for only an instant. In her stare, he found a disturbing blend of emotions, horror... sadness... hatred. Randall knew immediately that he'd unfairly intruded on her privacy. To see such raw pain mixed with indescribable anger brought a fresh urgency to his steps.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The trade he'd originally been approached with was quite simple. Shoemaker was to begin making public statements supporting Tyler and eventually recruit him as his vice presidential running mate. In exchange, powerful, unnamed people would ensure that they received the Republican Party nomination.
  Once he'd agreed to the deal, additional demands were slowly added. This included ducking a well-placed bullet on the night of the debate. The arrangement was of course now null and void, and since everything had been done through third parties, there was no evidence to directly tie Tyler to the deal. Still, the potential introduction of his name into the scandal was dangerous. Besides, he'd always believed it best to tidy things up.
  Leaning back into his favorite chair, Tyler took in the musky aroma of humidors filled with Cuban cigars. On a wall across the study hung an artist's rendition of the mythical cowboy, Pecos Bill, riding atop a powerful cyclone. Texas children still shared stories of the larger-than-life folk hero. A man who'd been raised by coyotes, taught gophers to dig post-holes, and killed rattlesnakes by feeding them mothballs soaked in red pepper and nitroglycerin, Pecos Bill was a giant of a man, someone who could overcome any obstacle, no matter how impossible it might seem. Equally at home bagging buffalo in the southwestern wild as he was planning a cross-country railroad in a stuffy boardroom.
  In many ways, Tyler considered himself the modern day equivalent of Pecos Bill. He too had been given a nearly impossible task with little more than red peppers and a bottle of nitroglycerin with which to accomplish it. There had been a few rattlesnakes along the way, but in the end, everything had fallen into place.
  Before the year was through, he would be the nation's next vice president. At this point in the game, that was all his constituents in the Diadem had been after. The organization understood that it required patience and careful maneuvering to ultimately place one of their own in the Oval Office. With the events of the past month, that maneuvering had now begun.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: With the events of the past month, that maneuvering had now begun.. The organization understood that it required patience and careful maneuvering to ultimately place one of their own in the Oval Office. At this point in the game, that was all his constituents in the Diadem had been after.
  Before the year was through, he would be the nation's next vice president. There had been a few rattlesnakes along the way, but in the end, everything had fallen into place. He too had been given a nearly impossible task with little more than red peppers and a bottle of nitroglycerin with which to accomplish it.
  In many ways, Tyler considered himself the modern day equivalent of Pecos Bill. Equally at home bagging buffalo in the southwestern wild as he was planning a cross-country railroad in a stuffy boardroom. A man who'd been raised by coyotes, taught gophers to dig post-holes, and killed rattlesnakes by feeding them mothballs soaked in red pepper and nitroglycerin, Pecos Bill was a giant of a man, someone who could overcome any obstacle, no matter how impossible it might seem. Texas children still shared stories of the larger-than-life folk hero. On a wall across the study hung an artist's rendition of the mythical cowboy, Pecos Bill, riding atop a powerful cyclone.
  Leaning back into his favorite chair, Tyler took in the musky aroma of humidors filled with Cuban cigars. Besides, he'd always believed it best to tidy things up. Still, the potential introduction of his name into the scandal was dangerous. The arrangement was of course now null and void, and since everything had been done through third parties, there was no evidence to directly tie Tyler to the deal. This included ducking a well-placed bullet on the night of the debate.
  Once he'd agreed to the deal, additional demands were slowly added. In exchange, powerful, unnamed people would ensure that they received the Republican Party nomination. Shoemaker was to begin making public statements supporting Tyler and eventually recruit him as his vice presidential running mate.The trade he'd originally been approached with was quite simple