conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a plot for a book about Wild, Sky, Rachid entitled Wild Sky
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Wild Sky: At his dying father\'s bedside Rachid recalls his strongest memories from his childhood in Morocco to recollections of his homosexuality and rejection of Christianity, right up to his recent conversion to Islam.\nThe film tells the story of his life, that he was never able to share with his father, and is "A powerful exploration of desire and of ones own identity".
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Wild Sky
  And even though it didn't make a bit of sense that a healthy, muscular nineteen-year-old boy could have been kidnapped as easily as two tiny, defenseless little girls, I believed what Dana had just told me when she'd called and woken me out of a deep sleep.
  I'd gone from pajama clad and snoring in my bed to fully dressed and moving fast as I used my Greater-Than homing powers to race to find him. First, I'd hopped onto the back of Dana's motorcycle, because she'd called me, ready to roll, from the midnight-dark suburban street outside the house I shared with my mom.
  But now we were on foot. We were running on a trail through one of Coconut Key's many abandoned town parks as I felt the familiar tug of Milo's presence calling to me, getting stronger by the second.
  But right now it didn't seem nearly fast enough, as thick branches from the overgrowth of the tropical, beachside brush crashed against my sides like horse whips, reminding me of the way that Sasha and Lacey and dozens of other kidnapped little girls had been herded together and tortured like farm animals.
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conversations.value: four more paragraphs
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conversations.value: Morgan smiled. "I can see that you love him. With your whole entire rookie heart. But." His eyes grew solemn. "Of course, you know that love sometimes just isn't enough."
  I opened my mouth to respond—Gee, thanks for the pep talk, Coach—but just then a series of huge cacophonous BAMs, one right after another, rang out in the corner. Instead of speaking actual words, I screamed. In my defense, while I screamed, I also leaped on top of a display counter in order to give myself the elevation I needed to scan the room. The first thing I noticed was that Dana and Cal were no longer smooching on the wooly mammoth bench. In fact...
  Dana, clearly spooked by the sound, cascaded down the firefighter pole from the second floor, where no doubt she'd been double-checking Morgan's security. As always, making sure Calvin and the rest of us were safe. Her leather pants squeaked against the metal as she landed hastily on the tile. "What the eff?" she barked. As usual, she used the full f-bomb.
  Dana scowled at Morgan, but then looked over at Calvin and saw the gigantic mess that surrounded his chair. She tried her best to keep scowling, but instead she started cracking up. It wasn't every day that Dana belly-laughed. The sound was nice. Calvin thought so too. He smiled and shrugged. "I'll be here all night," he said and took a bow from his chair.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "I'll be here all night," he said and took a bow from his chair. "I can see that you love him. With your whole entire rookie heart. But." His eyes grew solemn. "Of course, you know that love sometimes just isn't enough."
  I opened my mouth to respond—Gee, thanks for the pep talk, Coach—but just then a series of huge cacophonous BAMs, one right after another, rang out in the corner. Instead of speaking actual words, I screamed. In my defense, while I screamed, I also leaped on top of a display counter in order to give myself the elevation I needed to scan the room. The first thing I noticed was that Dana and Cal were no longer smooching on the wooly mammoth bench. In fact...
  Dana, clearly spooked by the sound, cascaded down the firefighter pole from the second floor, where no doubt she'd been double-checking Morgan's security. As always, making sure Calvin and the rest of us were safe. Her leather pants squeaked against the metal as she landed hastily on the tile. "What the eff?" she barked. As usual, she used the full f-bomb.
  Dana scowled at Morgan, but then looked over at Calvin and saw the gigantic mess that surrounded his chair. She tried her best to keep scowling, but instead she started cracking up. It wasn't every day that Dana belly-laughed. The sound was nice. Calvin thought so too. He smiled and shrugged.Morgan smiled.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs. End with the sentence ' And a big shout-out to the Melanie Mania gang, and the cast and crew of Russian Doll!
  So sign up now to receive exclusive offers, bonus content, and always be the first to get the scoop on what's new!'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I wasn't sure if she meant the hug or the Good job, but regardless, I was smiling as I went in to see Cal, who was sitting up in bed.
  I went in for a hug. It was one of those old, familiar hugs where I had to bend down for it. It was how we were going to have to hug from now on, since his walking days were over. That made my heart twinge, and I had to work it, hard, not to cry.
  Thank you to Aidan; to Jason Gaffney and his Mr. Right, Matt Gorlick; to Fred and Lee Brockmann; and to Dexter, Little Joe, and Buster. And a big shout-out to the Melanie Mania gang, and the cast and crew of Russian Doll!
  So sign up now to receive exclusive offers, bonus content, and always be the first to get the scoop on what's new!