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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled How To Make An American Quilt about AMERICAN, QUILT with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: An extraordinay and moving reading experience, HOW TO MAKE AN AMERICAN QUILT is an exploration of women of yesterday and today, who join together in a uniquely female experience. As they gather year after year, their stories, their wisdom, their lives, form the pattern from which all of us draw warmth and comfort for ourselves.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: How to Make an American Quilt
  That's the thing about the youki singe: you can almost always count on running into someone you know. Why just this evening Theo Adagio and Gracie Maruyama literally bumped into Elodie Parker as she was leaving the café.
  They have known Elodie for about three years, but their own friendship goes all the way back to kindergarten. It then flourished for the rest of elementary school, weathered time spent in separate middle schools, became revitalized when they found themselves attending the same high school. They went on to different universities on opposite ends of California, from which they graduated, and discovered they each longed to live in San Francisco. Currently they are happily settled as roommates in a moderately run-down, generously proportioned flat in the avenues.
  So many nights begin this way, with Theo and Gracie walking quickly up Columbus Avenue after another uninspired day at their Financial District office jobs. While it is not their intention to stay at the Youki Singe for dinner, chances are they will end up dining on doughy gyoza and bland onion soup as the evening quietly slips away unnoticed. The limited menu also offers a truly terrible Welsh rarebit.
  Of course not. No one would. Not with all the aerobic hours required to counter a single serving of the stuff. Such is the romance of Paris.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Debbie Dean's indisputable homeliness drove her mother to spend irrational sums on her daughter's wardrobe in an effort to correct nature. Because her mother had such disregard toward reality, not to mention a predilection for snobbery, and Debbie's personality left much to be desired as well, Theo had supposed this was all evident to the boy.
  IT HAD NOT BEEN EASY to tell Gracie that the boy now liked Theo and that Theo (she was sorry) liked him back. Theo could barely tolerate the sound of her own words as they came hurriedly from her mouth. Still she was powerless to reverse these events. Gracie tried solemnly to follow what Theo was telling her, could see her trying to sort out loyalties. Theo unable to explain that her inexperience was so complete she could knowingly do a wrong thing because the magnetism of this boy—or maybe it was the compelling quality of the situation—overrode everything.
  This boy, Theo wanted to say, held out a sense of possibility to her. Surely you can see that, said Theo, you of all people.
  And, much later in her life, when Theo thought back on this conversation, she would add what she could not then articulate: You of all people, who fell as easily for him as I am falling now...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She remembers saying good night to Margot the other night on the phone and Margot saying, with all the faith of friendship, "Theo, you have been so good to me."
  IT IS MUCH LATER when Theo returns. She bangs the front door shut, steps heavily on the stairs. She can hear Gracie on the phone. All traces of Roy have now vanished. Gracie catches Theo's eye, mouths "Margot," agrees with something said on the other end of the line, nods, then says, "It'll be fun. Promise." She hangs up.
  Gracie heads for the kitchen, with Theo behind her. Gracie takes leftovers from the fridge, pans from the bottom drawer of the old stove, and begins dumping the contents from various containers.
  Theo says nothing. She lights a cigarette of her own, stubs it out by the second puff. "So, what did you do today?" she asks, trying to control the tone and cadence of the question.
  Gracie, engrossed in measuring and mixing the biscuit batter, as well as stirring the heating leftovers, says, "I had a real lazy day. I didn't do a damn thing."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". I didn't do a damn thing.
  Gracie, engrossed in measuring and mixing the biscuit batter, as well as stirring the heating leftovers, says, "I had a real lazy day. "So, what did you do today?" she asks, trying to control the tone and cadence of the question. She lights a cigarette of her own, stubs it out by the second puff.
  Theo says nothing. Gracie takes leftovers from the fridge, pans from the bottom drawer of the old stove, and begins dumping the contents from various containers.
  Gracie heads for the kitchen, with Theo behind her." She hangs up. Promise. Gracie catches Theo's eye, mouths "Margot," agrees with something said on the other end of the line, nods, then says, "It'll be fun. All traces of Roy have now vanished. She can hear Gracie on the phone. She bangs the front door shut, steps heavily on the stairs."
  IT IS MUCH LATER when Theo returns.She remembers saying good night to Margot the other night on the phone and Margot saying, with all the faith of friendship, "Theo, you have been so good to me