conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Fiction, Author, Readers with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'A Light in the Window'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.. End with the sentence '
  Ever since he returned from Ireland, he'd been tripping over the sack of family records in his walk-in closet.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Light in the Window
  She gazed back at him. "Oh, soggy mittens, chocolate without nuts, and a man who can't find it in himself to hold your hand when it's sticking right out there in plain view."
  Edith Mallory's smoldering cigarette never entered his mind. He thought only of the soft green walls, the intimate, no-smoking corner table he'd admired, the smiling maitre d', and the menu that, apart from the elk, bison, and reindeer, offered fresh mountain trout.
  Louise Appleshaw would appear at the rectory the first Wednesday after school closed, and tutoring would begin at once.
  He had talked with her on the phone, and though she certainly lived up to her reputation for being stern, he put his head down and pushed along.
  Ever since he returned from Ireland, he'd been tripping over the sack of family records in his walk-in closet.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Esther was back on the porch steps. If she didn't have laryngitis from the long day's events, it would be a miracle.
  Heads turned. People shrugged. Clearly, no one had ever seen such a thing. Some didn't want to. A few didn't care one way or the other.
  The crowd groaned. Some people walked away. Two senior citizens went to sleep sitting up in folding chairs near the lilac bushes.
  A total stranger stepped forward. As everyone could plainly see, it was a tourist. He was wearing sunglasses, a navy blazer over khakis, and no socks with his loafers.
  The rector could feel Esther, who had eyes like a hawk, boring a hole in him all the way to where he stood with Uncle Billy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He shrugged. 'This is the way a lot of people's bedrooms look.' Dooley's room in the early days of living at the rectory, for instance.
  He looked around again, paying attention. Message light blinking on a phone by the bed, windows raised a few inches, empty hangers on a closet door pull. They walked into the bathroom. Windows open a couple of inches. Drops of moisture on the glass door of the shower. A towel on the floor.
  He stooped and felt the towel—damp—then looked out to the rear lawn. That would be the studio, surrounded by a fairly ambitious garden with an open potting shed. Beyond, a dense thicket of rhododendron and oaks.
  How did they manage to everlastingly insinuate themselves into other people's business, Ireland being a prime example?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: How did they manage to everlastingly insinuate themselves into other people's business, Ireland being a prime example? Beyond, a dense thicket of rhododendron and oaks. That would be the studio, surrounded by a fairly ambitious garden with an open potting shed.
  He stooped and felt the towel—damp—then looked out to the rear lawn. A towel on the floor. Drops of moisture on the glass door of the shower. Windows open a couple of inches. They walked into the bathroom. Message light blinking on a phone by the bed, windows raised a few inches, empty hangers on a closet door pull.
  He looked around again, paying attention.' Dooley's room in the early days of living at the rectory, for instance. 'This is the way a lot of people's bedrooms look.He shrugged