conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Figgs & Phantoms'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Figgs & Phantoms
  Delighted, Mona rushed to the front row to save two seats. She wanted to be sure of being seen by the auctioneer.
  Mona had been twisting around to locate bidders on the earlier lots; now she sat forward, biting her lips, eyes fixed on the auctioneer, afraid of missing her opportunity.
  Mona's mouth was too dry to speak. Florence, arms folded, calmly waited for her to enter the bidding.
  Mona breathed a deep sigh and collapsed back into her seat. Her heart was pounding at a furious rate.
  Kadota spent the return drive explaining why he collected dogs. It was dark when they arrived in Pineapple; it was night when Uncle Florence entered his bus.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Straining at her vine-bound ankle, Mona tried to will the animal away as another incarnation of her own fear. The leopard hunched forward, ready to spring.
  A deathly chill crept over Mona's flesh as, unable to move, unable to scream, she watched the leopard change form.
  Its rosettes spun like pinwheels; its bulk exceeded its frame. And still it grew. The formless shadow floated toward her, its armless arms outstretched in a ghostly transfiguration of night. Then, with a flash of teeth and a glint of steel, the monstrous being gathered its substance into the shape of a magnificent wild-eyed man.
  With an agonized yell the pirate clapped his hands to his ears. His sword fell, slashing through the vines around Mona's leg.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Not every tenant-to-be was quite as overjoyed as Grace Windsor Wexler. Arriving in the late afternoon, Sydelle Pulaski looked up and saw only the dim, warped reflections of treetops and drifting clouds in the glass face of Sunset Towers.
  At least the view from the side window was pleasant. "Are you sure nobody can see in?" Sydelle Pulaski asked.
  Whoever, whatever else he was, Barney Northrup was a good salesman. In one day he had rented all of Sunset Towers to the people whose names were already printed on the mailboxes in an alcove off the lobby: