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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Saving CeeCee Honeycutt about Saving, CeeCee, Honeycutt with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Literary.
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conversations.value: Saving CeeCee Honeycutt [Paperback] [Jan 01, 2010] the author, Beth
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Saving CeeCee Honeycutt
  Miz Goodpepper poured wine into a goblet and took a drink. "But after a few years the pencil marks faded and the varnish cracked, so my grandfather had the table stripped and refinished."
  Miz Goodpepper bit into the wine-soaked cookie and let out a small moan of pleasure. "I can't tell you how many times my grandmother and I danced barefoot in the rain. She was so much fun."
  While I finished the last of my cookies, I thought about Momma, how she twirled through the house in her red shoes, singing at the top of her lungs, and how delighted she was to wave and blow kisses to her imaginary admirers. And I thought about Eugene Field's doll collection, and how Miz Goodpepper's grandmother had danced in the rain.
  I licked crumbs from my fingers and looked at Miz Goodpepper thoughtfully. "What's the difference between eccentric and crazy?"
  She lifted her hands above her head, tapped her zills together, and danced out the door. From over her shoulder she laughed and called out, "Nobody knows!"
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I picked cobwebs from the broom bristles and flicked them over the porch rail. "I will, after Mrs. Odell goes to Florida."
  I escorted Miz Goodpepper into the house and led her down the hallway to the living room. She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small narrow box tied with a blue ribbon. "For you, Gertrude."
  Miz Goodpepper reclined on the sofa. "When we all got together after the garden tour, Cecelia mentioned how much you loved to read."
  Not ten minutes after she excused herself and left for home, Miz Hobbs blew in through the back door without so much as knocking. She was wearing a frightful green floral dress, and in her hands she held a gift box of sugar-coated pecans.
  I was about to lead her down the hall when she turned and left the kitchen without me. Her hat didn't cover the bald spot on the back of her head from where she'd gotten stitches, and her scar looked like a pink zipper. The sight of it made me feel bad, but not bad enough to go and join her in the living room.
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conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Knowing I had to leave for school or I'd risk being late, I slowly walked down the steps and opened the wrought-iron gate. When I turned to pull it closed, I saw Mrs. Odell, Oletta, and Aunt Tootie peeking around the fringed edge of the living room curtains. Heat rose to my cheeks. They knew Dixie hadn't kept her promise. I pretended not to see them watching and tried my best to look happy, as if it didn't matter that Dixie wasn't there.
  When she looked up and saw me, relief washed over her face. "Hi, CeeCee. Am I ever glad to see you! I was worried you went to school without me."
  I all but fell to my knees with gratefulness at the sight of her—my new friend who was wearing a brand-new uniform exactly like mine and a smile as wide as the new day.
  She babbled about how much she adored our new uniforms and how she couldn't wait to see what our reading list would include. As we crossed the street—Dixie all but running as if to keep her feet in pace with her words and me feeling dizzy with an insane kind of gladness—I glanced over my shoulder. And there they were, Aunt Tootie, Mrs. Odell, and Oletta, still hovering at the living room window. The vision of them nearly split my heart open.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: When I turned to pull it closed, I saw Mrs. Odell, Oletta, and Aunt Tootie peeking around the fringed edge of the living room curtains. Heat rose to my cheeks. They knew Dixie hadn't kept her promise. I pretended not to see them watching and tried my best to look happy, as if it didn't matter that Dixie wasn't there.
  When she looked up and saw me, relief washed over her face. "Hi, CeeCee. Am I ever glad to see you! I was worried you went to school without me."
  I all but fell to my knees with gratefulness at the sight of her—my new friend who was wearing a brand-new uniform exactly like mine and a smile as wide as the new day.
  She babbled about how much she adored our new uniforms and how she couldn't wait to see what our reading list would include. As we crossed the street—Dixie all but running as if to keep her feet in pace with her words and me feeling dizzy with an insane kind of gladness—I glanced over my shoulder. And there they were, Aunt Tootie, Mrs. Odell, and Oletta, still hovering at the living room window. The vision of them nearly split my heart open.