conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Crosshairs about Missouri, High, Louis with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: RP (Richard Paul) the author was born in the spring of 1972 at Missouri Baptist Hospital in Town and Country, Missouri, and grew up in Fenton and High Ridge (suburbs of St. Louis) where he attended Northwest High School. Rick left High Ridge for the University of Missouri, attending his first year in Rolla and concluding in Columbia, where he earned a Bachelor of Science in Chemical Engineering with an environmental emphasis. He lived one summer in Baton Rouge while interning at Dow Chemical Company, followed by local internships at 3M and at the College of Engineering's continuing education department. He moved back to St. Louis in 1997 to take a position as an engineer at a local firm, followed by employment at SBC (now AT&T) which took him to San Diego, California, in 1999. Within a few years, he became an independent consultant, working with the National Conflict Resolution Center, among other clients. During 2004 and 2005, Rick enrolled in creative writing and literature courses at a community college and began writing short stories and chapter excerpts for an unfolding story. In a burst of motivation in 2007 while completing a Master of Business Administration at the University of California, San Diego, he completed the manuscript for The Stargazer Journal and embarked on a journey of research, learning, and feedback to create the story as it exists today. He worked with editors and an agent in both informal and formal settings to complete The Stargazer Journal, his first novel, and continues to write for this fantasy series as well as other genres. His second novel is Crosshairs, a coming-of-age story, and his forthcoming third novel will be a nerdy fact-lovers action/adventure tale. He has now returned to Missouri, living near Carondelet Park in south St. Louis.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first paragraph for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Crosshairs
  She was used to angering people. It provided a buffer of sorts she found comforting. The more she considered her tenuous position at the med school in Dallas, as well as the continued threats, the more she realized it was time to move again. At a conference last year she had met the head of recruiting for UCLA. She tried to remember where she had left his card.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The rest of the gurney emerged, a body obviously underneath, covered from head to toe. A police officer came outside and approached us.
  We sat in the study as various people offered official words of condolence. I kept waiting for someone to ask my name, but no one did. If this had been in another part of town and a man of less wealth and social standing had died, there would have been more inquiries as to my relation to the deceased.
  After about half an hour, the Hispanic woman who had let me in the other night arrived. She looked at me and at Nolan, swore once, and left.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The man sighed. "Fortunary manufactured the antibiotics given to a lot of the soldiers during the Gulf War. Supposed to be harmless."
  The man laughed. "You really think this Jordan dude was getting a paycheck drawn on the U.S. Treasury?"
  The man shook his head and smiled. "Let's just say it's hard to tell where corporate America ends and the government begins."
  I debated getting another cup of coffee. I thought about calling Nolan to see if she wanted to go shoot pool somewhere.
  One of the women who had been sitting nearby came back. She picked up a folder that had been left on the table and smiled at me.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: She picked up a folder that had been left on the table and smiled at me..
  One of the women who had been sitting nearby came back. I thought about calling Nolan to see if she wanted to go shoot pool somewhere."
  I debated getting another cup of coffee. "Let's just say it's hard to tell where corporate America ends and the government begins. Treasury?"
  The man shook his head and smiled.S. "You really think this Jordan dude was getting a paycheck drawn on the U."
  The man laughed. Supposed to be harmless. "Fortunary manufactured the antibiotics given to a lot of the soldiers during the Gulf War.The man sighed