conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a description for a book titled Scattered Ashes about Author, Scott, Nicholson with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
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conversations.value: Author Scott Nicholson has written 20 thrillers, 60 short stories, four comics series, and six screenplays. He lives in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina, where he tends an organic garden, successfully eludes stalkers, and indulges in the vain whimsy of believing his thoughts are important. He's online at www.AuthorScottNicholson.com and Facebook.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: com and Facebook..AuthorScottNicholson. He's online at www. He lives in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina, where he tends an organic garden, successfully eludes stalkers, and indulges in the vain whimsy of believing his thoughts are important.Author Scott Nicholson has written 20 thrillers, 60 short stories, four comics series, and six screenplays
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Scattered Ashes
  The alarm rang, interrupting. I was in that state where I couldn't move a muscle. For a few minutes, I lay completely paralyzed, listening to the pulsating beep of the alarm. Usually I was one to shift around in my sleep the whole night, yet that morning I woke up in the same position I'd fallen asleep in, except now I had a dull ache in my heart and a cramp in my shoulder.
  I contemplated turning off the alarm and closing my eyes so I could see the end of my dream. It was a cool talent I had, the ability to continue dreams if I fell back asleep in a short amount of time. The flutter of nerves in my stomach regarding my last conversation with Jason won out. I pulled the curtains open and let a glorious fall day spill into my loft. The leaves were in full splendor, drifting gently around and around in the light breeze, the skies a perfect bluish purple with no sign of clouds, a hint of chill in the air begging for the new fall coat to make its first appearance.
  The bits of the dream I could recall washed down the drain of the shower. I dried my hair quickly and created a deep side part in my asymmetrical angled bob, really starting to like the way the shorter hair was growing out. I'd hacked my hair off with eyebrow scissors during The Incident. Lana had freaked out and had rushed me to an upscale salon in Seattle for an avant-garde style. Neither one of us thought I would look normal for a very long time, but my fears were slowly being allayed by the rather cute hairdo. The scar on my cheek was also healing nicely. A few weeks more and it would hopefully disappear.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Early, October, Seattle.
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conversations.value: Scattered Ashes
  The alarm rang, interrupting. I was in that state where I couldn't move a muscle. For a few minutes, I lay completely paralyzed, listening to the pulsating beep of the alarm. Usually I was one to shift around in my sleep the whole night, yet that morning I woke up in the same position I'd fallen asleep in, except now I had a dull ache in my heart and a cramp in my shoulder. 
  I contemplated turning off the alarm and closing my eyes so I could see the end of my dream. It was a cool talent I had, the ability to continue dreams if I fell back asleep in a short amount of time. The flutter of nerves in my stomach regarding my last conversation with Jason won out. I pulled the curtains open and let a glorious fall day spill into my loft. 
  Early October, the most beautiful time in Seattle. The leaves were in full splendor, drifting gently around and around in the light breeze, the skies a perfect bluish purple with no sign of clouds, a hint of chill in the air begging for the new fall coat to make its first appearance. 
  The bits of the dream I could recall washed down the drain of the shower. I dried my hair quickly and created a deep side part in my asymmetrical angled bob, really starting to like the way the shorter hair was growing out. I'd hacked my hair off with eyebrow scissors during The Incident. Lana had freaked out and had rushed me to an upscale salon in Seattle for an avant-garde style. Neither one of us thought I would look normal for a very long time, but my fears were slowly being allayed by the rather cute hairdo. The scar on my cheek was also healing nicely. A few weeks more and it would hopefully disappear.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I leaned my shoulder against him around the midpoint of the movie, savoring the citrusy scent and warmth of his skin. He turned to me, the stubble on his chin grazing my cheek. We stayed there, still, cheek to cheek, perfectly balanced until the movie ended.
  We stopped at the big windows in the lobby and stared outside. It was hurricane-like on the street. Tree branches were whipping by, carried on winds so strong we could practically see the currents. The angry clouds hurled down a heavy spray of rain.
  I was pretty sure he wasn't aware of the cultural implications of a guy inviting a girl to his place, alone, and I wasn't going to tell him. It was only fair that I should see his place after he'd seen mine under the most stressful of circumstances.
  He took my arm as we pressed ourselves against the side of the buildings. "It's there." He pointed at a majestic brownstone down the block. "Let's run."
  Clasping hands tightly, we ran the short distance, laughing. We reached the awning of the apartment building, breathless.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I leaned my shoulder against him around the midpoint of the movie, savoring the citrusy scent and warmth of his skin. He turned to me, the stubble on his chin grazing my cheek. We stayed there, still, cheek to cheek, perfectly balanced until the movie ended.
  We stopped at the big windows in the lobby and stared outside. It was hurricane-like on the street. Tree branches were whipping by, carried on winds so strong we could practically see the currents. The angry clouds hurled down a heavy spray of rain.
  I was pretty sure he wasn't aware of the cultural implications of a guy inviting a girl to his place, alone, and I wasn't going to tell him. It was only fair that I should see his place after he'd seen mine under the most stressful of circumstances.
  He took my arm as we pressed ourselves against the side of the buildings. "It's there." He pointed at a majestic brownstone down the block. "Let's run."
  Clasping hands tightly, we ran the short distance, laughing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last paragraph. End with the sentence ' And God, we've kept this from them for so long!"'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She pulled away from the kiss. "Kash and Tiara won't accept this. They're going to be furious. You know how they are. And God, we've kept this from them for so long!"