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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Danny, Nicholas, Nicky entitled This Thing of Ours.
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conversations.value: This Thing of Ours: Using the internet and old school mafia traditions, a crew of young gangsters led by Nicholas "Nicky" Santini attempt to pull off the biggest heist in the history of the mafia.\nNicky must first convince his uncle Danny Santini, a respected caporegime of the Genovesso crime family in New Jersey, to put up the necessary "seed money", $50,000,00000.\nWhen Danny agrees, Nicky - along with his partner and friend Johnny "Irish" Kelly - use violence and murder to put the plan in motion.\nBut as much as things seem to be changing in the family\'s way of doing business, old habits and traditions remain and Nicholas must decide between his friends who helped him pull off the scam or his uncle Danny.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: \nNicky must first convince his uncle Danny Santini, a respected caporegime of the Genovesso crime family in New Jersey, to put up the necessary "seed money", $50,000,00000.\nWhen Danny agrees, Nicky - along with his partner and friend Johnny "Irish" Kelly - use violence and murder to put the plan in motion.\nBut as much as things seem to be changing in the family\'s way of doing business, old habits and traditions remain and Nicholas must decide between his friends who helped him pull off the scam or his uncle Danny.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: This Thing of Ours
  I shuffled down the gray corridor, my wrists tightly bound by steel handcuffs that dug into my skin. Silent tears streamed down my face, turning it into a makeup-smeared wetland, and my shoulders were shaking. But I knew I couldn't let my crying be audible. I had to fake some semblance of strength, so I looked straight ahead, making eye contact with no one. The individual jail cells that lined the hallway on each side were brimming with women in the same indistinguishable beige (and very itchy) uniform I was wearing. They didn't hesitate to stare me down and obnoxiously greet me. The mesh of high-pitched voices, giggles, and whistles rang loudly in my ears.
  A knock interrupted the early-morning frenzy. The kids were still in their rooms, making feeble attempts to get up. When I opened the front door, I was disgusted to find Detective Prieto standing there. I knew him well because of my husband. This guy had been on Michael's tail from the very beginning. Matter of fact, he was the one who had arrested Michael the first time around. He was a very mean and vindictive man who didn't hide the fact that he had it in for our family.
  My mouth dropped to the floor, and I started choking up. I heard little Michael call out from his bedroom, "Mommy, who is it? Who's at the door?" My hands shook as I told the detective, "Give me a minute. Let me get the kids taken care of." I left him standing impatiently at the front of my house as I panicked. I had no idea what was going on.
  My saving grace was our housekeeper. Ofelia never spent the night at our house, but for some reason, she had stayed with us the night before. I believe it was divine intervention—God's way of preparing me and my family for what was to come. There's been a lot of that in our lives. It's been impossible not to see the hand of Providence sweeping in every which way throughout my journey as Michael's wife and my children's mother.
  I had to act fast. I ran up the stairs and found Ofelia opening the curtains in one of the kids' rooms, inviting in the warm sunlight. I asked her to get the kids dressed, drive them to school, and call my mother; Mom would handle everything else. I couldn't say much more and told her I had to leave, that it was an emergency. Ofelia didn't speak English very well, but she could read the panic in my eyes. She nodded and set off to the tasks at hand.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I heard the talk in the lines. This woman needed to pay her bills. That woman needed to find a babysitter. This one was on the verge of losing her house. That one was on the verge of losing her mind. It's not an easy job to support a loved one in prison when the world doesn't stop moving.
  Lisa was a beautiful, stylish woman who worked as a personal shopper at Bloomingdale's. Her husband, Josh, was from Israel and was locked up for a drug-related charge. She approached me one day on the line, handed me her business card, and sweetly said, "Hi, there. I see you have great taste and love fashion. I work at Bloomingdale's. If you ever need anything, give me a call." We quickly became friends, and she became my personal shopper. After we visited our husbands, we'd head back to her car, where Lisa had five or six shopping bags full of clothes for me to rummage through. "Take what you want and return the rest," she told me. I never returned a single item.
  Roni and I connected because of our passion for dance. She was a waitress who had just moved to California from Canada to pursue a career in the entertainment industry. She stayed on the line for about a year and then left. Roni is one of my best friends today and is my daughter Amanda's godmother. She was an amazing friend during this time and also the second time my husband went to prison. Roni was always there for my children and me. She even let my girls take dance lessons for free at her studio when they got older.
  Throughout my journey of raising my children while my husband was away, a handful of people in my life supported and loved me in ways I could never repay. Thinking about Roni and Lisa brings these special friends to mind. I think about Gene and Sandra, the couple who owned one of the homes we rented. When Michael was sent away the second time, I had a tough time making the payments. They let my family stay in the house for more than a year, rent-free. The Kapitans were amazing people who showed us compassion and love. I'll never forget their kindness.
  I think about Moshe Diamont and Mark Damon, Michael's business partners, who were good to us financially and supported us when my husband was away.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Michael Jr'.
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conversations.value: Michael Jr. appears determined to put his past struggles behind him. He is currently working in a restaurant, preparing to attend culinary school and turn his passion for cooking into a career. He wants to one day open a restaurant of his own—Italian, of course. Best of all, his relationship with Michael has greatly improved. Father and son appear to have finally come to terms with one another. I am so grateful to the Lord for answering my prayers in that regard. Michael and I believe our son will one day join his father in the ministry and we continue to keep him in prayer.
  Our daughter Julia has just become a teenager and continues to be such a joy in our lives. She is avidly pursuing her passion for dance. The many years Julia spent training and performing at Mn'R Dance Academy under the expert tutelage of choreographer and friend, Roni Blak, seem to have paid off. Julia recently auditioned for and was accepted into one of the most elite dance programs in the country at Mather School of Dance in Orange County, California. I am so very proud of her. A good part of my days are spent driving her to dance classes and auditions, supporting her and providing her with the tools she needs to succeed in such a career. I must admit there are times when I can be tough on Julia. She is so gifted, I am constantly pushing her to do her best. I forget she is only thirteen and sometimes just wants to act like a typical young teenage girl. Michael is quick to come to her defense and remind me how I would "correct" him when he would get on Michael Jr. when he slacked off in sports. Funny how we see things differently when the shoe lands on the other foot. I am doing my best to give Julia her space when she needs it and I do believe I am making progress. God's timing in blessing Michael and me with Julia was perfect. She has been my constant companion while Michael continues to travel extensively in furtherance of his ministry. I am so grateful to God for blessing me with all our children.
  What lies ahead for our family in the years to come? A movie based on our life story as it is told in Michael's autobiography, Blood Covenant, is scheduled for production later this year. I have learned that nothing in the film business is a sure thing until the cameras actually roll, but it appears that this production is going forward. Although the story of Michael's life in the mob will be told, Michael has assured me and the thousands of people he ministers to each week that the movie will honor God and will serve to further the purpose of his ministry. I believe God will honor Michael's heart and, if the project succeeds in going forward, it will be a further testimony of what God can do. Like all else in our lives, I am keeping this project in prayer. It is ironic that Michael and I began our lives together on the set of a movie and now the story of our lives will be told in a movie. The Lord certainly does work in mysterious ways at times.
  Although I will always support Michael in his ministry and share our story when it is appropriate to do so, I do not see myself in full-time ministry. That is my husband's calling. Besides, being married to Michael is in itself a full-time ministry. Rarely in the past twenty-six years has there been a dull moment and I am confident that will not change any time soon. I know the Lord wants me to continue to support my husband and to keep him accountable to what God wants him to do.
  I have learned never to try to out-plan God. It is far better to pray for God's will to be done than to try to impose our wants and desires on Him. I will do my best to be obedient and to continue to fulfill the purpose He has for my life—whatever that might be and wherever it may lead. I am grateful He has given me the opportunity to share a part of my story with you. I am hopeful there will be more to share in the future.