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conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Der, Bund, Tages-Anzeiger with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Humor & Satire?
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conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Naw Much of a Talker'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Naw Much of a Talker
  Did ah ivver fuckin ask furra quote? Hi, hello, the some-cunt said, I understand you require a quote? Ahv nae memory ae it, sorry. Ah think ahd know but. Ah know who ahv requested whit fae. An' whit's mair: it wisnae his fault exactly, but ah wisnae feelin very well right at this minute.
  He apologised an' hung up. Guid. Okay. Naw that it matters. Ah apologise an' aw. Nae idea why ah reacted so aggressively.
  Truth ae the matter wis ah kid hiv gone tae Cobbles right noo, furra read ae the paper an' tae see wis Regula workin. Ah didnae go. An' ahm naw goney eether. There's nae point. Ah'll make masel look ridiculous jist if ah try tae get aff wi her, her practically merrit an' aw.
  Ah walked the full length ae ma pad, up an' doon, up an' doon, fur hawf a fuckin eternity. The nerves, fuckit, ma nerves. Ah jist got even mair nervous in jail. Ma nerves ur ma weak point. Bein nervous is the pits. Ye can smoke as much as ye fuckin want, if yir nerves ur really gettin tae ye but, nae cigarette an' nae joint oan this earth is goney help ye.
  Whit time is it? Eftir hawf nine. Fucksake. Ah need tae find a joab once an' fur aw. Need tae look at the Advertiser, check oot the joab adverts. Where'd ah pit it? They've the Advertiser at Cobbles an' aw. They dae coffee at Cobbles. Ahd feel better at Cobbles.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Regula's, Buddy, Buddy's.
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conversations.value: Naw Much of a Talker
  Did ah ivver fuckin ask furra quote? Hi, hello, the some-cunt said, I understand you require a quote? Ahv nae memory ae it, sorry. Ah think ahd know but. Ah know who ahv requested whit fae. An' whit's mair: it wisnae his fault exactly, but ah wisnae feelin very well right at this minute. 
  He apologised an' hung up. Guid. Okay. Naw that it matters. Ah apologise an' aw. Nae idea why ah reacted so aggressively. 
  Truth ae the matter wis ah kid hiv gone tae Cobbles right noo, furra read ae the paper an' tae see wis Regula workin. Ah didnae go. An' ahm naw goney eether. There's nae point. Regula's thegither wi Buddy an' Buddy's thegither wi her an' the two o them ur gettin oan great, presumably, an' there's nae part fur me in this soppy fuckin film they're in. Ah'll make masel look ridiculous jist if ah try tae get aff wi her, her practically merrit an' aw. 
  Ah walked the full length ae ma pad, up an' doon, up an' doon, fur hawf a fuckin eternity. The nerves, fuckit, ma nerves. Ah jist got even mair nervous in jail. Ma nerves ur ma weak point. Bein nervous is the pits. Ye can smoke as much as ye fuckin want, if yir nerves ur really gettin tae ye but, nae cigarette an' nae joint oan this earth is goney help ye. 
  Whit time is it? Eftir hawf nine. Fucksake. Ah need tae find a joab once an' fur aw. Need tae look at the Advertiser, check oot the joab adverts. Where'd ah pit it? They've the Advertiser at Cobbles an' aw. They dae coffee at Cobbles. Ahd feel better at Cobbles.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Eftir a while, she asks fur a fag an' ah kin see she's still shiverin an' as ah look a bit closer, ah see her bottom lip's swollen an' she's a rid patch unner her eye that's gettin darker. Ah felt ma chist tightenin.
  Wait, ah said, an' ah peeled some veg an' a few potatoes an' made a soup, wi some ae that Waadtländer sausage in it ah happened tae hiv still in the fridge, an' some leek an' carrots. She shid eat summit, ah tellt her. The maist important thing noo wis tae eat summit. An' she did eat.
  When she'd hid enough, ah changed the bed an' said on ye go, ah'll sleep in the livin room an' we kin take it fae there in the mornin.
  Disnae matter. Lie doon jist an' close yir eyes. Look, ahv got some Mellaril an' a few Somnitol Plus capsules. That'll help ye, ye mustn't take too much ae them but. Take, say, two Mellaril an' then two wee brandies. Then wait a bit an' if ye dont faw asleep, take two or three Somnitols, definitely naw any mair than that but, or it'll go fur yir stomach an' then ye'll definitely naw get any sleep.
  She done exactly whit ah said an' hawf an oor later wis sleepin like a wee pet or summit. An ah wis sittin beside her, wonderin how come ye kin only be a nice guy wance some cunt's been a total cunt, like Buddy.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' But to the villagers the question remains, from what? In this, her debut novel, award-winning writer Linda Cracknell explores themes of motherhood, guilt, myth and the elemental forces of nature in a lyrical, taut and haunting account of damaged lives seeking redemption.'.
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conversations.value: Vimbai is the star hairdresser of her salon, the smartest in Harare, Zimbabwe, until the enigmatic Dumisani appears. Losing many of her best customers to this good-looking, smooth-talking young man, Vimbai fears for her job, vital if she's to provide for her young child. But in a remarkable reversal the two becomes allies. Soon they are running their own Harare salon, attracting the wealthiest and most powerful clients in the city. But disaster is near, as Vimbai soon uncovers Dumi's secret, a discovery that will result in brutality and tragedy, testing their relationship to the very limit.
  Pearse Furlong and May-Belle Mulholland are two normal eleven year-olds meeting one summer in small town Antrim, Northern Ireland, in the early 1980s. They have little in common except a shared experience of violent, abusive parents. They form an unlikely alliance and as their games and shared fantasies spin out of control their friendship becomes something much darker, with theft, arson, sickening brutality — and eventually murder — all lying ahead.
  Christopher is a decent, elderly, suburban Londoner learning to live again after his release from a loveless marriage following the death of his wife. By chance he meets Gina, a young homeless women from Glasgow, on Waterloo Bridge. Four New Words for Love is a beautifully crafted portrait of two damaged lives from different ends of the social spectrum who are both seeking release from the mistakes and thwarted potential of the past. Michael Cannon demonstrates a masterful restraint and boundless empathy in his development of two unforgettable characters attempting to change their lives.
  When Maggie Thame, a childless forty-something from Oxford, relocates to a remote village at Scotland's most northern edge, it's clear she's running away. But to the villagers the question remains, from what? In this, her debut novel, award-winning writer Linda Cracknell explores themes of motherhood, guilt, myth and the elemental forces of nature in a lyrical, taut and haunting account of damaged lives seeking redemption.