conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'Heart of the Dragon'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Heart of the Dragon
  Though he stood in cool, elegant silence at the window, Kashadlin Santelli's insides churned with impatience as he awaited the arrival of a woman he'd never met. His stillness came from lifelong practice, from an emotional distance he cultivated as a shield. But questions boiled inside him, and he leaned closer to the large, ebony-rimmed window two stories above the street.
  Kash stroked the pale silk curtain, thinking distractedly that it was as smooth and soft as a woman's skin, and as cool as Rebecca Brown's nerves must be. The combination intrigued him. She must have extraordinary self-confidence if she was here in Bangkok for the reason he suspected. The Nalinat family was inventive, to have gone all the way to America to hire a spy.
  Yes, Rebecca Brown was a puzzle. He would meet her, assess her intentions, and judge her honesty for himself.
  With a slight smile he silently warned her that his own nerves were far more than a match for hers. He was skilled at uncovering treachery and protecting others from it. If Rebecca Brown had been hired to cause trouble for his client, he would open her as easily as a lotus flower and pluck her secrets out. Innocence of any kind was an elusive treasure in life. He had learned that even as a child. Especially as a child.
  Shaking off a dark memory, he glanced around the office he'd arranged to have for the afternoon, and prided himself on his judgment. For atmosphere he'd chosen a building with traditional decor, where gold dragons scowled from carved teak wall panels and the finest Thai silk covered heavily embroidered pillows piled on a long red sofa. The room's desk had majestic tiger heads sculpted into each corner of the mahogany top, and on the top lay a pad of pale parchment paper, a slender gold pen, and for decoration a smooth block of jade as big as a brick—hard, unyielding, its purpose a mystery. He wanted her to worry about the mysteries, to consider that she was tampering with a people and a place where the rules were ancient and not at all like her own.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Protectiveness and anger boiled up inside him as he pivoted to face Madame Piathip. He knew he couldn't voice his fury at what she'd done to Rebecca. The rules in Thai business relationships emphasized politeness to an extreme; even a mild complaint about the matriarch's tactics would have been a grave insult to their relationship. Insulting her would mean Kash's dismissal, and that would mean giving up his link to Rebecca.
  Madame Piathip nodded solemnly. "She'll be fine by morning. I just put some opium in her tea, to make her be still. Foreigners move too much. She's so large and active, she frightens me. I wanted to see what she'd say when she was quiet and serene. I thought she might tell me things."
  Madame sighed. "No. Only about Iowa and cartoons. She's very smart, for a foreigner. Would you carry her away now? I'm tired of her, but she won't leave." Looking distressed and pampered, Madame Piathip scowled at Rebecca and said in a scolding voice, "I don't think she can walk."
  He bent down and lifted Rebecca into his arms. Her head drooped on his shoulder, and she managed to slide an arm around his neck. Her helplessness and the small sound of welcome she made nearly drove him out of his mind with concern for her. Physically she was all right, he felt certain, but he doubted that her straight-arrow lifestyle had prepared her emotionally for this. For the first and probably only time in her life, she was stoned.
  Kash left the chambers quickly. Once he was outside in the hallway, he halted long enough to bend his head and kiss Rebecca gently on the mouth. "Don't worry. You're safe. I'll take care of you."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Protectiveness and anger boiled up inside him as he pivoted to face Madame Piathip. He knew he couldn't voice his fury at what she'd done to Rebecca. The rules in Thai business relationships emphasized politeness to an extreme; even a mild complaint about the matriarch's tactics would have been a grave insult to their relationship. Insulting her would mean Kash's dismissal, and that would mean giving up his link to Rebecca.
  Madame Piathip nodded solemnly. "She'll be fine by morning. I just put some opium in her tea, to make her be still. Foreigners move too much. She's so large and active, she frightens me. I wanted to see what she'd say when she was quiet and serene. I thought she might tell me things."
  Madame sighed. "No. Only about Iowa and cartoons. She's very smart, for a foreigner. Would you carry her away now? I'm tired of her, but she won't leave." Looking distressed and pampered, Madame Piathip scowled at Rebecca and said in a scolding voice, "I don't think she can walk."
  He bent down and lifted Rebecca into his arms. Her head drooped on his shoulder, and she managed to slide an arm around his neck. Her helplessness and the small sound of welcome she made nearly drove him out of his mind with concern for her. Physically she was all right, he felt certain, but he doubted that her straight-arrow lifestyle had prepared her emotionally for this. For the first and probably only time in her life, she was stoned.
  Kash left the chambers quickly. Once he was outside in the hallway, he halted long enough to bend his head and kiss Rebecca gently on the mouth. "Don't worry. You're safe. I'll take care of you.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: They savored more kisses, and took a long time for promises, caresses, serious smiles, urgent whispers, and the slow, wild melting into each other's bodies that made them complete. The rain lulled them to sleep under the magnificent silk spreads, wrapped in each other's arms inside a cocoon of trust.
  Kash woke to the soft scratching sound of her pencil moving confidently over paper. She was propped up close beside him, barely out from under the covers. He raised his head from the pillow of her breasts, kissed each of them, and looked up at her. In her hand was a small drawing pad she kept on the nightstand. "Oh, no, another dragon," he said solemnly.
  This time there was a pair, looking pleasantly sly as they curled their tails around each other. Kash touched the drawing with a fingertip. "You've finally made him look happy."
  He tossed her pencil and pad aside, then pulled her to him. "Let's spend a few dozen lifetimes figuring it out."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Heart of the Dragon
  Madfall crept low on his belly, pressing close to the ground to avoid being seen. He narrowed his eyes. He had been watching the castle for days from his position outside the royal treasury. A single chink in the wall, where a stone had been carefully pried out months before, revealed the corridor outside the heavily-guarded room. The sentinels moved in rotations; there was never a moment when there wasn't at least one armed guard outside the heavy, metal-laced door.
  But Madfall wasn't the greatest thief in the land for nothing. Hadn't he stolen the Eye of Brahma right off the Raj's head? Hadn't the Queen's favorite tiara been plucked from her room at the height of day? Hadn't the central bank's vault been plundered two times this calendar year already?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.. Start with the sentence 'It only took a few moments for Oenyn to return to the main room'.
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conversations.value: It only took a few moments for Oenyn to return to the main room. A large, ornate tray piled high with fruit and bread and cheese was balanced on his arms. Richard's stomach rumbled softly. As Oenyn let the tray drop to the table with a clang, Richard could see that it was far too costly for the use Oenyn was making of it. The light tarnish made it clear it was real silver. Fine etchings formed an intricate series of knots around the border. Like so many things around the cavern, it was obviously stolen, originally taken for its value but now used for convenience's sake alone. Oenyn didn't even seem to notice the luster of the tray as he piled food on Richard's plate.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Oenyn looked flummoxed. "That's very nice of you," he said slowly. "Though I'm still rather full from breakfast."
  Oenyn rolled his eyes, but then looked thoughtful. "I don't want you to feel like you're losing a part of yourself here. Do you." He paused, and frowned. "Do you want to go back?"
  Oenyn glanced over at Richard, just one part of the complex life he had built for himself at the castle. He had his parents—his human ones—his lover, blossoming friendships, and knight's training which had only begun a few weeks before.
  Born and raised in the Northeast of the U.S., Jamie Sullivan now lives in the U.K., where she tries to remember to look the other way when she crosses the street. Jamie is a mother, a teacher, and an artist. She also spends an inordinate amount of time watching really terrible movies about giant crocodiles and shark tornados.
  Jamie is an equal opportunity writer: boys, girls, dragons, mermaids—she has room in her heart for all of them. She believes firmly in the power of a happy ending.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She believes firmly in the power of a happy ending..
  Jamie is an equal opportunity writer: boys, girls, dragons, mermaids—she has room in her heart for all of them. She also spends an inordinate amount of time watching really terrible movies about giant crocodiles and shark tornados. Jamie is a mother, a teacher, and an artist., where she tries to remember to look the other way when she crosses the street.K., Jamie Sullivan now lives in the U.S.
  Born and raised in the Northeast of the U. He had his parents—his human ones—his lover, blossoming friendships, and knight's training which had only begun a few weeks before. "Do you want to go back?"
  Oenyn glanced over at Richard, just one part of the complex life he had built for himself at the castle." He paused, and frowned. Do you. "I don't want you to feel like you're losing a part of yourself here."
  Oenyn rolled his eyes, but then looked thoughtful. "Though I'm still rather full from breakfast. "That's very nice of you," he said slowly.Oenyn looked flummoxed