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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Leader Of The Pack about It's, She's with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Erotica.
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conversations.value: It's always the quiet girl. She sits in the back of the class or stands at the bar, while her friends all mingle. She's the one mom always said was a "good girl," and all her friends believe is a prude. the author has been writing since she was a child. The passion and pain reflected in her writing are little glimpses of what's lurking just beneath the surface. Her publications to date will be left in the dark where they belong. The new incarnation of her writing burns with a fire of its own.
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Leader of the Pack about Experienced, Steve, Duno with the genre: Crafts, Hobbies & Home, Pets & Animal Care.
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conversations.value: Experienced animal behaviorists the author and Steve Duno demonstrate that dogs, like their wolf cousins, are essentially pack animals and need to establish dominance. In this practical, straightforward training book you will learn how to take a firm lead and the specific steps required to eliminate the aggressive attitude of your dog. No matter what kind of dog you have, the real life examples and simple, nonconfrontational exercises in Leader of the Pack will help both of you live happily ever after. Discover how to take charge; why treating your dog as an equal can get both of you in trouble; why hitting your dog is futile; what are the right and wrong ways to walk your dog; how to initiate behavior and give only earned praise; how to selectively limit the dog's freedom of movement; how to feed a food-aggressive dog; how to prevent your dog from jumping up, leaning, or stepping on your feet; and much more!
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Leader of the Pack
  Hatchet obviously feels this subject has been beaten to death, because he says, "What about the organized crime connections that Mr. Solarno had?"
  I shake my head. "Mr. Campbell has turned mentioning my client's family into a cottage industry, as if an accident of birth made it more likely that he was guilty. Clearly, having done illegal business with these people, as we will demonstrate Mr. Solarno did, is far more significant."
  We go back and forth for a while, and I have the feeling that Hatchet is tuning us out. I'm nervous about this; if he rules against us we're going to have a very short defense case to present.
  I am unsuccessfully trying to discipline myself. I've been spending a great deal of time focused on the Desimone crime family in general, and Simon Ryerson in particular. The problem with that, although I think something major is going down with that group, is I have absolutely no concrete evidence that it has anything to do with the Solarno murders and Joey Desimone's trial.
  I certainly have circumstantial evidence of it, at least in my own mind. My reopening the case has provoked major repercussions; Edward Young and I became murder targets, Nicky Fats and probably Carmine became murder victims, and Sam was kidnapped.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Hike says something to Joey, which I can't hear, and Joey nods. Hike probably told him that with the end of the world coming any day now, it doesn't matter what Joey says on the stand, so there is no reason to be nervous.
  I look over at Dylan, who is standing near the prosecution table, talking animatedly with colleagues. He seems tense, keyed up, as if he were about to take an SAT test that would determine his college future. I wouldn't be surprised if he has a pocket full of Ticonderoga number two pencils.
  I take some time to let the jury get to know Joey, taking him through his education, culminating in his graduation from Rutgers, and then his time in the Marines. He never saw actual combat, but by the time I'm finished with him, it sounds like he won the Congressional Medal.
  Dylan objects that we need to move to more relevant matters, and Hatchet agrees, so I ask, "How did you meet Karen Solarno?"
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: We're at her house, in Fair Lawn. She was discharged from the hospital awhile ago, and is doing great.
  She nods. "Some, and people come over all the time. Family and friends. But that's not the only way I talk to people anymore, not since my nephew gave me a computer. Are you familiar with e-mail?"
  I nod. "I did, but the client is going to go back to jail. The FBI filed charges against him yesterday."
  A while back, when I wrote Play Dead, I was accused of name-dropping, simply because I thanked a bunch of famous people. I stopped doing it for a while, because I didn't want to look like I was showing off, but that stops here.
  My relationships with these people help define me; they reveal who I am. Like it or not, I walk among the stars, and I'm not afraid to admit it.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: She was discharged from the hospital awhile ago, and is doing great.
  She nods. "Some, and people come over all the time. Family and friends. But that's not the only way I talk to people anymore, not since my nephew gave me a computer. Are you familiar with e-mail?"
  I nod. "I did, but the client is going to go back to jail. The FBI filed charges against him yesterday."
  A while back, when I wrote Play Dead, I was accused of name-dropping, simply because I thanked a bunch of famous people. I stopped doing it for a while, because I didn't want to look like I was showing off, but that stops here.
  My relationships with these people help define me; they reveal who I am. Like it or not, I walk among the stars, and I'm not afraid to admit it.