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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about J.R, Mysteries, Beignets with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Die, Die Birdie'
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Die, Die Birdie
  John grunted. "After a while, a lot of these stories sort of fade away. What are you trying to say, Amy?" He handed back the paper. "You think Heather Sampson has returned?" He wiggled his fingers in the air. "Woooo-wooo! Haunting your place?" He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Do you think she's resorted to murder herself?"
  I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Of course not." At least not that I'd ever admit. I certainly hoped she hadn't been stabbed in what was now my bedroom. "But something strange is going on in that house. "And I want to get to the bottom of it."
  I blew out a breath. "I mean the murder and all the other weird things that have been going on in that house ever since I bought the place, including the fact that Gertie suddenly wants to buy it back for more money than I even paid her."
  John took it all in with the patience of a saint. Like I said, the man is cherub material. When he saw that I was finished venting, he placed the dry, yellowed newspaper back in the carton and returned the carton to the shelf. "Follow me."
  I read the title aloud: "Crazy Carolina: Stories of the Misfits, Misadventures, and Mysteries of the Tar Heel State. What am I supposed to do with this?"
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about slapped.
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conversations.value: Die, Die Birdie
  John grunted. "After a while, a lot of these stories sort of fade away. What are you trying to say, Amy?" He handed back the paper. "You think Heather Sampson has returned?" He wiggled his fingers in the air. "Woooo-wooo! Haunting your place?" He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Do you think she's resorted to murder herself?"
  I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Of course not. " At least not that I'd ever admit. I certainly hoped she hadn't been stabbed in what was now my bedroom. "But something strange is going on in that house. " I slapped the paper against the table. "And I want to get to the bottom of it. "
  I blew out a breath. "I mean the murder and all the other weird things that have been going on in that house ever since I bought the place, including the fact that Gertie suddenly wants to buy it back for more money than I even paid her. "
  John took it all in with the patience of a saint. Like I said, the man is cherub material. When he saw that I was finished venting, he placed the dry, yellowed newspaper back in the carton and returned the carton to the shelf. "Follow me. "
  I read the title aloud: "Crazy Carolina: Stories of the Misfits, Misadventures, and Mysteries of the Tar Heel State. What am I supposed to do with this?"
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conversations.value: What is another paragraph?
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conversations.value: I heard the sound of scraping again from the wall. "Probably that big old elm," I said to myself. Who knew what damage that might cause if left unchecked? I added it to my list of projects for the contractor.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about I'd, rubbing, siding.
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conversations.value: I heard the sound of scraping again from the wall. "Probably that big old elm," I said to myself. I'd have to get some of those branches cut; they kept rubbing against the siding. Who knew what damage that might cause if left unchecked? I added it to my list of projects for the contractor.
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conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Esther slanted her eyes at me and chewed her lower lip. She kicked her feet behind her, one then the other. "Okay, well, gotta go."
  She swung the door toward me and I turned. Then I heard what sounded like a meow and spun on my heels. I threw up my hand. The apartment door slammed against my palm. I winced but ignored the pain. My pupils narrowed. "Did I just hear a cat?"
  I tilted my head to one side and eyed her dubiously. "Well, I heard something." A tickle crept up my nose. I rubbed my index finger under the tip of my nose. "You know I don't allow cats."
  The old woman stroked her throat. "Phlegm. When you get to be old like me, the stuff seems to collect in there." She made exaggerated throat-clearing noises but I wasn't sure that I was buying them.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: " She made exaggerated throat-clearing noises but I wasn't sure that I was buying them.. When you get to be old like me, the stuff seems to collect in there. "Phlegm."
  The old woman stroked her throat. "You know I don't allow cats. I rubbed my index finger under the tip of my nose." A tickle crept up my nose. "Well, I heard something. "Did I just hear a cat?"
  I tilted my head to one side and eyed her dubiously. My pupils narrowed. I winced but ignored the pain. The apartment door slammed against my palm. I threw up my hand. Then I heard what sounded like a meow and spun on my heels."
  She swung the door toward me and I turned. "Okay, well, gotta go. She kicked her feet behind her, one then the other.Esther slanted her eyes at me and chewed her lower lip