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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Jae-gon, Joon-gil, Hye-kyung entitled The Shameless.
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conversations.value: The Shameless: The police are staking out Park Joon-gil for the murder of Hwang Choong-nam, and jaded detective Jung Jae-gon is being pressured to close the case, particularly by his former superior Moon Ki-beom, who lost his badge for corruption.\nJoon-gil was once the mob enforcer for Jay Investment, but had fallen out of favor when he embezzled and stole the heart of Kim Hye-kyung, the girlfriend of the company's vice president Park Jong-ho.\nJay Investment representative Min Young-ki approaches Jae-gon and offers him to ensure that Joon-gil is maimed during the arrest as payback.\nJae-gon reluctantly agrees, but a botched arrest sends Joon-gil on the run, and Jae-gon decides the best way to find him again is by sticking with Hye-kyung, hoping she will lead him to the fugitive.\nHye-kyung now works as a bar hostess to pay off her substantial debt to Jong-ho, and Jae-gon threatens his way into an undercover job as a floor manager at the nightclub she works at.\nIntroducing himself as Joon-gil's former cellmate Lee Young-joon, Jae-gon begins to spend time with the suspicious Hye-kyung and gradually wins her trust.\nBut when Joon-gil returns asking Hye-kyung for money for a potential deal, Jae-gon's newfound feelings of love and jealousy rise to the surface.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: \nBut when Joon-gil returns asking Hye-kyung for money for a potential deal, Jae-gon's newfound feelings of love and jealousy rise to the surface..\nIntroducing himself as Joon-gil's former cellmate Lee Young-joon, Jae-gon begins to spend time with the suspicious Hye-kyung and gradually wins her trust.\nHye-kyung now works as a bar hostess to pay off her substantial debt to Jong-ho, and Jae-gon threatens his way into an undercover job as a floor manager at the nightclub she works at.\nJae-gon reluctantly agrees, but a botched arrest sends Joon-gil on the run, and Jae-gon decides the best way to find him again is by sticking with Hye-kyung, hoping she will lead him to the fugitive.\nJay Investment representative Min Young-ki approaches Jae-gon and offers him to ensure that Joon-gil is maimed during the arrest as payback.\nJoon-gil was once the mob enforcer for Jay Investment, but had fallen out of favor when he embezzled and stole the heart of Kim Hye-kyung, the girlfriend of the company's vice president Park Jong-ho.The Shameless: The police are staking out Park Joon-gil for the murder of Hwang Choong-nam, and jaded detective Jung Jae-gon is being pressured to close the case, particularly by his former superior Moon Ki-beom, who lost his badge for corruption
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Shameless
  They'd first come to Betty Jo Mize to find out what they could about Ansley Cuthbert, trying to figure out her connection to Brandon. They'd already learned from Brandon's sister and mother that he and Ansley had been close that last year, Ansley most likely taking over from Maggie Powers, something about a returned necklace. Ansley, the new girl in town that his mother thought was a little fast for the boy. The only clippings they could find showed Ansley with Brandon at some kind of high school journalism awards at Ole Miss. Hubie Phillips was being honored, too. The kids and Phillips looked so young. That world so long ago. Tashi was still a toddler in Michigan when all this was going on.
  Tashi nodded, smiling back at the woman but wanting to get back to work, filling in those last little bits about Quinn Colson's time in the woods. The massive search party in 1990, the big press conferences with his uncle, the idea that Quinn would never be found, and then the boy emerging from the woods a week later without a scratch. Quinn already great media fodder even as a kid, talking about how he hunted and fished his way through being lost, making shelters in the fashion of Choctaw Indians with tree branches.
  Tashi figured she wouldn't get any more done with Betty Jo hanging out and pushed the clips to the side. She was hungry anyway, and figured she would walk across the Square to the Fillin' Station diner for two of those premade biscuits and a cup of coffee. For all the jokes back in New York about biscuits and grits, she was actually starting to really like them both.
  Tashi nodded, stood up, swung her purse on her shoulder, and told Miss Mize and Jessica she would be right back. The morning light was white hot over the Square, a group of old men sitting in the gazebo drinking coffee from Styrofoam cups, a city worker pruning the big oaks buckling the walkway, and a man selling frozen catfish and sweet potatoes from the back of a beaten old truck.
  She almost missed the two men sitting in a newer truck, maroon with a tinted windshield, the windows down as they eyed Tashi making her way across the Square.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about She'd, started, everything.
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conversations.value: The Shameless
  They'd first come to Betty Jo Mize to find out what they could about Ansley Cuthbert, trying to figure out her connection to Brandon. They'd already learned from Brandon's sister and mother that he and Ansley had been close that last year, Ansley most likely taking over from Maggie Powers, something about a returned necklace. Ansley, the new girl in town that his mother thought was a little fast for the boy. The only clippings they could find showed Ansley with Brandon at some kind of high school journalism awards at Ole Miss. Hubie Phillips was being honored, too. The kids and Phillips looked so young. That world so long ago. Tashi was still a toddler in Michigan when all this was going on. 
  Tashi nodded, smiling back at the woman but wanting to get back to work, filling in those last little bits about Quinn Colson's time in the woods. She'd already started to really doubt everything she'd heard about the man. The massive search party in 1990, the big press conferences with his uncle, the idea that Quinn would never be found, and then the boy emerging from the woods a week later without a scratch. Quinn already great media fodder even as a kid, talking about how he hunted and fished his way through being lost, making shelters in the fashion of Choctaw Indians with tree branches. 
  Tashi figured she wouldn't get any more done with Betty Jo hanging out and pushed the clips to the side. She was hungry anyway, and figured she would walk across the Square to the Fillin' Station diner for two of those premade biscuits and a cup of coffee. For all the jokes back in New York about biscuits and grits, she was actually starting to really like them both. 
  Tashi nodded, stood up, swung her purse on her shoulder, and told Miss Mize and Jessica she would be right back. The morning light was white hot over the Square, a group of old men sitting in the gazebo drinking coffee from Styrofoam cups, a city worker pruning the big oaks buckling the walkway, and a man selling frozen catfish and sweet potatoes from the back of a beaten old truck. 
  She almost missed the two men sitting in a newer truck, maroon with a tinted windshield, the windows down as they eyed Tashi making her way across the Square.
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conversations.value: Provide two more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '
  Vardaman was sprawled the fuck out on the ground, legs wide, holding a goose egg spreading through his fingers, blood spiderwebbing down his face.'.
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conversations.value: Fannie stared right into his face, reaching down into her Birkin bag and extracting her titanium framing hammer with its hickory handle. Before Vardaman could even see what was going on, she knocked the son of a bitch sideways, sending him tumbling down on the ground and howling. The door busted open and a small little honey in black running shorts and a white T-shirt three sizes too small came rushing in.
  Vardaman was sprawled the fuck out on the ground, legs wide, holding a goose egg spreading through his fingers, blood spiderwebbing down his face.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A man about his age in a black T-shirt was sitting at the table. He had a shaved head and a long brown beard, sleeve tattoos down both arms, and a real serious expression, looking like both a convict and the law at the same time.
  The man didn't smile or identify himself. The steel door behind them closed. The tattooed man told him to take a seat. "Your buddy Quinn Colson has been shot."
  The man nodded. "My name's Holliday," he said. "I am the federal agent in charge of north Mississippi. Quinn Colson is my friend."
  Donnie leaned back in the hard prison chair, front legs lifting off the floor, as he scratched at his cheek. "Hmm," he said, shrugging a bit. "What exactly is it that you have in mind?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: "What exactly is it that you have in mind?". He had a shaved head and a long brown beard, sleeve tattoos down both arms, and a real serious expression, looking like both a convict and the law at the same time.
  The man didn't smile or identify himself. The steel door behind them closed. The tattooed man told him to take a seat. "Your buddy Quinn Colson has been shot."
  The man nodded. "My name's Holliday," he said. "I am the federal agent in charge of north Mississippi. Quinn Colson is my friend."
  Donnie leaned back in the hard prison chair, front legs lifting off the floor, as he scratched at his cheek. "Hmm," he said, shrugging a bit.A man about his age in a black T-shirt was sitting at the table.