conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Janet, Heidegger, Kafka with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Ordinary People'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ordinary People
  Urged again by guilt, Melissa turned it down a tiny bit. Then Blake started to cry. She tried to calm him down by reaching back and holding his foot, which did nothing for him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Avril had a desperate look on her face.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Pete murmured something in reply, opened one eye and closed it again, which Hazel took as adequately positive. She had whispered to Melissa in the bathroom last night, 'Isn't he perfect? I really think he might be the one. I really think he might be.'
  And the children were architects. Castles were built. Moats were burrowed and the sea fell in at the visitations of the waves. As the tide came in the castles crumbled, and were taken out. They built more, further in, huddled together with their tools, patting rooftops, making grainy drawbridges, their skin getting browner in the heat. Dusk fell blue and quiet on the mountains and there were evening birds. Only then did they make their way back, the children finally acquiescing, allowing themselves to be led away from the shore to the square white cool-floored house, to a late meal around the long dining table, the dark Spanish night so close and strange at the windows as they slept.
  The following evening the children were put to bed early, as Stephanie wanted to maintain some semblance of order and normality amidst the debauchery of late-night drinking and music, which the girls, sparkled by doughnut sugar and Pete's endless offerings of Haribos, were often privy to at the top of the stairs, eavesdropping. They had heard the conversations about the resurgence of fascism in the West. They had heard the argument about the superiority of Foxy Brown over Lil' Kim. They had heard it when Hazel had announced that she liked having her big toe sucked during lovemaking, and everyone had since been instructed to keep their voices down, there being no door separating the staircase from the lounge. Now it was after eleven, there was a bottle of vodka being worked through on the coffee table, Damian was outside smoking, while the others were splayed across the sofa and armchairs, Michael on his phone, Melissa and Hazel playing a game of blackjack. Stephanie was watching a bad Spanish drama on TV during an interlude from the wine and cards, when there came a sudden rush of activity down the stairs, a flurry of pyjamas and gowns, Summer, then Ria, holding Avril's hand. Avril had a desperate look on her face.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Thank you most of all to Derek A. Bardowell and the little ones for conversation, music and other fundamentals.
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