conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Vision in White'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Vision in White
  None of which turned the tide for him. But the idea of being with her instead of just thinking about being with her did. "All right, if you're sure."
  She patted his shoulder as she rose. "An English professor ought to recognize a metaphor when he hears one. Have another glass of wine since you're not driving."
  She poured it for him herself before stacking the plates. "I actually like doing dishes. It's the only household chore I do like."
  She ran hot water in the sink, found the detergent in the under-cabinet and squirted it in for the pots and pans. He liked sitting there, watching her perform the basic, mundane chore. And he hoped she wasn't saying anything important because his mind was blurring.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It would take more than a couple of apologetic phone calls to make up for that. Besides, if he hadn't done anything, what was he apologizing for?
  She was going to reward herself for a productive day with a bubble bath, a glass of wine, and an evening of popcorn and TV. An action movie, she decided. Where lots of things blew up, and there was absolutely not the slightest whiff of romance.
  She set her completed work in a Vows shopping bag for delivery, then whirled around as she heard her door open.
  Linda, in full, spitting rage, stormed in. "How dare you? How dare you have my car towed to some second-rate garage? Do you know they expected me to pay two hundred dollars to release it? You'd better write me a check right this minute."
  Okay, Mac thought, there's the bell for this round. And for once, I'm ready. "Not on your life. Give me my keys."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". Besides, if he hadn't done anything, what was he apologizing for?
  She was going to reward herself for a productive day with a bubble bath, a glass of wine, and an evening of popcorn and TV. An action movie, she decided. Where lots of things blew up, and there was absolutely not the slightest whiff of romance.
  She set her completed work in a Vows shopping bag for delivery, then whirled around as she heard her door open.
  Linda, in full, spitting rage, stormed in. "How dare you? How dare you have my car towed to some second-rate garage? Do you know they expected me to pay two hundred dollars to release it? You'd better write me a check right this minute."
  Okay, Mac thought, there's the bell for this round. And for once, I'm ready. "Not on your life. Give me my keys.It would take more than a couple of apologetic phone calls to make up for that.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She'd resist going over and seeing what Mrs. G. had for dinner, make herself a salad, maybe a little pasta. Curl up with a movie or her stack of magazines, call her mother. She could get everything done, have a relaxing evening, and be in bed by eleven.
  As she proofed the contract, her phone let out the quick two rings that signaled her personal line. She glanced at the readout, smiled.
  She cast her eyes up to the ceiling and saw her early night go up in smoke. "I can't make dinner, but I could meet you there around eight."
  Then angle to come in when you bring me home, she thought. And that's not happening. "I'll meet you. That way if I need to go and you're having fun, you can stay."