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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about York, Daily, News with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Ancient Shores'
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conversations.value: a plot for a book titled Ancient Shores
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conversations.value: Ancient Shores: The vast lake, Lake Agassiz, covered much of North Dakota, Manitoba and Minnesota during prehistoric times.\nThe story begins when farmer Tom Lasker and his son, Will, uncover a seemingly brand new yacht.\nFound on a landlocked farm, it draws tourists to the area.\nMax Collingswood, a friend of Tom's, tries to help discover the origins of the boat.\nCollingswood enlists April Cannon, a worker at a chemical lab who discovers that the yacht is made of an unknown material.\nIn fact, it is a fiberglass-like material with an impossible atomic number (161).\nCollingswood and Cannon discover something else on a nearby ridge which is part of a Sioux reservation.\nThe Sioux assist in its excavation and examination.\nIt turns out to a green glassy roundhouse-like structure, made from the same material.\nEventually, they gain access to it, revealing a dock for the sailboat, but no entrance for it.\nThe discovery that the structure contains the means to access other sites not on Earth sets off a struggle between the Government and the Reservation for control of it.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: \nThe story begins when farmer Tom Lasker and his son, Will, uncover a seemingly brand new yacht.\nFound on a landlocked farm, it draws tourists to the area.\nMax Collingswood, a friend of Tom's, tries to help discover the origins of the boat.\nCollingswood enlists April Cannon, a worker at a chemical lab who discovers that the yacht is made of an unknown material.\nIn fact, it is a fiberglass-like material with an impossible atomic number (161).\nCollingswood and Cannon discover something else on a nearby ridge which is part of a Sioux reservation.\nThe Sioux assist in its excavation and examination.\nIt turns out to a green glassy roundhouse-like structure, made from the same material.\nEventually, they gain access to it, revealing a dock for the sailboat, but no entrance for it.\nThe discovery that the structure contains the means to access other sites not on Earth sets off a struggle between the Government and the Reservation for control of it.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Ancient Shores
  TOWARD THE END of the afternoon, Brad called her. "Tell me," he said, "about that other place. The Maze."
  It wasn't hard to guess where this conversation would be going. She stared at the phone before answering. "Why do you ask?"
  LLOYD EVERETT ROUTINELY allowed himself to sleep late on Thursday mornings, the day on which his office opened at eleven. He was enjoying a leisurely breakfast with Mabel when the phone rang. They were watching the news, and the caller's number showed up on the screen. It was local, but unfamiliar. Probably a sales pitch.
  Lloyd looked over at Mabel, who was finishing her scrambled eggs. "Our property's not up for sale, Mr. Sedgwick. But thanks." He touched the disconnect but didn't press it.
  She put her tongue in her cheek. "That's a serious amount of money, Lloyd. How much would it cost us to move?"
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Every street in Fort Moxie was empty and quiet'.
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conversations.value: Every street in Fort Moxie was empty and quiet. She pulled up again outside the Prairie Schooner as two guys were coming out. One stumbled, but his buddy caught him before he went down. They climbed into a black Buick and left. April waited a few minutes before swinging back out into the street. She was moving slowly, watching the trees pass overhead. "Come on, pal," she said. "Where are you?"
  Once you got away from the center of town, there were few streetlights, and the houses at this hour were mostly dark. Someone working in a garage looked up and waved as she passed. Within a couple of minutes, she reached the tree belt on Fort Moxie's northern limit.
  When the first gray light of dawn appeared, she was back on Bannister Street, near the post office. Her head was bent over the steering wheel and her eyes were closed. The radio was on, somebody talking. Time to go home.
  The main of life is, indeed, composed of small incidents and petty occurrences; of wishes for objects not remote, and grief for disappointments of no fatal consequence; of insect vexations which sting us and fly away; impertinences which buzz a while about us, and are heard no more; of meteorous pleasures, which dance before us and are dissipated; of compliments, which glide off the soul like other music, and are forgotten by him that gave, and him that received them.
  APRIL WAS ASLEEP in her office when Barbara walked in. "Sorry," she said, "but you might want to take this call."
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: Jack looked down at the three pieces. "Stay clear of the door, Mr. Chairman." He opened it. A blast of wind came in and almost knocked Walker into one of the seats.
  He pulled himself up and offered to help, but Jack indicated he should stand clear. He reached into the box and brought out the collector. Just a gray cube with its wires removed. He looked at it and then back at the chairman. "You sure you want to do this, sir?" He had to raise his voice to be heard over the wind. "That might be the future in that box."
  Jack let go of the collector. The chairman could not see it once it left his hands. Next went the black metal device. And finally the control unit.
  TWO DAYS AFTER the president announced that Walker had done no wrong, that the property he had destroyed belonged to the Sioux, and that consequently no action could be taken against him or the tribe, Jeri surprised her mother when she appeared in the kitchen, wearing a smile. "Hi, Mommy," she said. Her eyes moved to the toast.