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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Dawn, Cutler, Grandmother entitled Secrets of the Morning.. End with the sentence '\nThe book ends with Dawn and Jimmy leaving to retrieve Christie.'.
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conversations.value: Secrets of the Morning: Dawn Cutler is arriving in New York City after leaving her family\'s hotel, Cutler\'s Cove, located in Virginia.\nHer family is filled with untrustworthy liars who only care for themselves.\nWhen Dawn arrives at the boarding house, she meets the owner, Agnes - an aging actress who remains obsessed with the stage.\nAgnes is already prejudiced against Dawn due to a letter from Grandmother Cutler, who calls Dawn \'promiscuous and spoiled\' after years of having her way at the hotel.\nAfter much effort, Dawn earns Agnes\'s trust.\nDawn forms a strong bond of friendship with her roommate, a dancer named Trisha.\nDawn and Trisha both attend a performing arts school, Bernhardt School For The Arts.\nDawn studies singing with Michael Sutton, a famous opera singer.\nThe lessons gradually become more and more intimate.\nDawn is confused by Michael\'s attentions and his treatment but does not know where to turn for advice.\nMichael eventually seduces Dawn and fills her head with ideas of them singing together on the stage.\nDawn is completely taken in by this and believes everything he tells her.\nIt is not long before she discovers she is pregnant with Michael\'s baby.\nWhen she tells him, he seems happy and promises that they will marry and she will still have the career he promised her.\nThe next time she goes to his apartment, Dawn finds that Michael has disappeared, leaving no forwarding address or message for her.\nShe realises he has abandoned her and that she is alone, pregnant and has nowhere to go.\nOn her way back to the boarding house, she is hit by a car.\nWhen she wakes up in hospital, Grandmother Cutler is there.\nGrandmother Cutler tells Dawn that she knows about the pregnancy and that Dawn\'s life in New York is over.\nDawn is sent to Grandmother Cutler\'s family plantation, The Meadows, for the duration of her pregnancy.\nDawn is bundled off to Virginia immediately after being released from hospital, unable to say goodbye to Trisha.\nLuther, the family handyman, picks Dawn up from the bus station, and drives her to the isolated, dilapidated plantation.\nGrandmother Cutler\'s older sister Emily is waiting for them and with her is the younger sister, Charlotte.\nCharlotte is mentally disabled, but quite friendly.\nBy contrast, Emily is hostile and tells Dawn that she is an embarrassment to the family and has been sent to The Meadows in order to avoid any scandal.\nEmily keeps Dawn in a small, stuffy, window-less room and insists that she use an ancient oil lamp, with only kerosene to last her one week.\nAlthough The Meadows does have electricity, Emily refuses to turn it on because of the expense.\nShe makes her grand-niece do nearly all the housework, including physical tasks such as scrubbing the floors and carrying heavy objects.\nShe even feeds Dawn castor oil in an attempt to induce a miscarriage.\nDespite the abuse, Dawn carries the baby full term and gives birth to a girl, whom she names Christie.\nAfter giving birth, she holds her daughter once and then the baby is whisked away so she can rest.\nWhen Dawn wakes up and asks for her baby, Emily tells her that the baby was born too small, leading Dawn to believe the baby has died.\nSecretly, Grandmother Cutler has arranged for Dawn\'s baby to be adopted and while Dawn sleeps, the baby has been taken to her new adoptive parents.\nWhen she wakes again, Emily gives Dawn back her clothes and tells her that Luther is going to take her to the bus station so she can leave.\nTo Dawn\'s surprise, Jimmy shows up on the doorstep.\nHe says he became concerned when Dawn didn\'t respond to his letters and that it was Trisha who told him what had happened.\nJimmy interrogates Emily, forcing her to reveal that Grandmother Cutler arranged for Christie to be adopted.\nDawn tries to apologize to Jimmy for what happened, but Jimmy says that he forgives her because she was taken advantage of.\nDawn discovers that Grandmother Cutler has suffered a stroke.\nShe goes to the hospital and demands to know where her daughter is but Grandmother Cutler dies without revealing Christie\'s location, only stating that Dawn is her "curse".\nAt the reading of her grandmother\'s will, Dawn finally discovers the real reason for her "kidnapping": her mother was raped by her father-in-law and she is the product of that rape.\nDawn\'s grandfather had specified a certain part of his will only be read after the death of his wife: it not only reveals that he is Dawn\'s biological father but that he also left her a significant part of his fortune and his ownership of Cutler\'s Cove Hotel.\nDawn confronts Laura Sue about the rape and about the fact she lied about what happened, but her mother refuses to speak about it, preferring to talk about Dawn being the de facto owner of the hotel and saying that she will need help if she wants to run things the \'proper way\'.\nDisgusted, Dawn says she has no intention of listening to her mother about anything, adding that she wouldn\'t care if the hotel burned to the ground.\nThe book ends with Dawn and Jimmy leaving to retrieve Christie.
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Secrets of the Morning
  Then, the morning before Performance Weekend, we all came down to breakfast and noticed immediately that Arthur was unusually late. Agnes became concerned and went up to his room to see if he was sick. She returned quickly and announced in a panic that Arthur was not there; that he hadn't slept in his bed.
  Neither I nor Trisha saw Arthur anywhere in the school all day. Toward the end of the day, I deliberately walked by one of his classes to look in to see if he was there. He wasn't. When Trisha and I returned to the apartment house after school, we found Arthur's parents with Agnes in the sitting room.
  I looked at Mr. and Mrs. Garwood. They didn't look worried as much as they looked angry and that got me angry.
  Anger blazed through me. "Don't tell them what I mean, Agnes. Arthur has told me often how he has pleaded with you to understand. He knows he doesn't have the musical talent that both of you have, the abilities that you expect and demand in him."
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Soon the nice, small farmhouses and tiny villages became few and far between. We passed long, dry, drab brown empty fields and when we did come to a house, it was usually sick looking with bleached clapboard siding and porches that leaned, their railings cracked or missing. I saw poor black children playing in front of many of these houses, the lawns covered with parts of automobiles or broken wooden chairs. The children stopped their make-believe and stared at us with empty eyes only vaguely curious.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I slammed the outer chamber door behind me, stifling her cries, and hurriedly descended the stairs. As soon as I stepped out of the hotel, I stopped to catch my breath. Then I looked up at the now-deep-blue sky with the previous layers of clouds far off toward the horizon.
  God couldn't have wanted all this to happen, I thought. He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players down here. We wrote them ourselves—with our lusts and our greed and our selfish ways. These rich and powerful people feasted on each other like cannibals and if someone got hurt in the process, well, too bad.
  Then afterward, like my mother up in her luxurious suite, they tried to make it seem like nothing significant had occurred. Well, it was terrible, and they should be made to suffer even more than they had, I thought.
  It was just like Jimmy to say the right words to make me feel alive and free, free enough to forget thoughts of revenge and think only of blue skies and warm breezes, days of happiness filled with music, music I wanted so much to make.
  I took his hand and let him lead me away from the hotel. In moments we were driving off toward a rainbow and all the promises it pledged.