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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about North, Idaho, Tim with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'After the Cure'
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: After the Cure
  He stared intently at Frank. Nella felt Frank's hand tighten around hers. The Governor continued. "This City needs you. It needs to realize that we all need to work and live together, Immunes and Cured. And you exemplify that. So you must return. Therefore, I am appointing the two of you as ambassadors for us. To contact other surviving communities and to distribute the Cure to anyone that still needs it. To set up trade routes and peaceful interaction between us and, if that fails, to explore and rediscover the regions that have been lost to us.
  In the harbor there is a sailboat, outfitted by the military and supplied with doses of the Cure, our own provisions from the Farm and a wide variety of trade goods provided by the people around you. You are free to leave when you choose and to return when you choose. But I and the people of the City, hope you will return quickly and often." The Governor shook their hands and departed, riding a whirlwind of cheers. The lobby slowly emptied after dozens of well wishes and hand shakes, until only Sevita and Christine remained behind.
  Sevita hugged Nella. "I'm so glad you're okay," she said, "But I'm going to miss you. You have to come back and see the baby." Nella was surprised to see Sevita crying.
  Frank grinned and thanked her. He glanced around. "Not here though. And definitely not in hospital pajamas."
  Sevita and Christine drove her to the docks to meet Frank. Nella had the windows open, enjoying the first fresh air she'd breathed in months. The day was warm and bright and more people than normal wandered the streets on errands. Sevita drove slowly, afraid to hit anyone and unwilling to part with Nella any earlier than she had to. When they puttered past Dr. Carton's mansion, Nella sat up. The house was dark, as it had been when they had snuck in, but the front door was hanging open as well.
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conversations.value: two more paragraphs
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conversations.value: He looked up at it, hung with little lanterns and flying a bright white flag. "It's more than I ever thought we'd be able to find."
  Frank slid an arm around her waist and walked beside her. He was transformed; happy and easy and utterly beautiful. He looked down at her. "I didn't think I'd ever be standing here you know."
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: He looked up at it, hung with little lanterns and flying a bright white flag. "It's more than I ever thought we'd be able to find."
  Frank slid an arm around her waist and walked beside her. He was transformed; happy and easy and utterly beautiful. He looked down at her. "I didn't think I'd ever be standing here you know.
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conversations.value: the last three paragraphs
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conversations.value: Ned shrugged and handed her the pen. "Say, do you mind signing for it? I just want to have proof that I delivered it in case someone asks."
  The nurse smiled and took the delivery scrip. "Sure." She pawed around her desk for an ink pen but only found pencils. Shrugging, she used the gold fountain pen and signed her name. "That's funny," she said, shaking it, "no ink."
  Ned squinted at the pen. "But I put the cartridge in myself, it was a special glass one instead of plastic."