conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled A Faint Cold Fear about NYPD, Ray, Douglas with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: NYPD deputy chief Ray Douglas is sent to Bogota to "liaise" with the DEA; there, he and New York newspaper reporter Jane Fox become lovers. "Never less than informative and fascinating, often exciting and always ringing true, the author's latest crime thriller also shows 'our all-out war on drugs' to be wrongheaded or inept--or both," said PW. <BR>Copyright 1991 Reed Business Information, Inc.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Faint Cold Fear
  Keller said, "They'll tear your heart out," in a hoarse whisper, dropping his head into his hands. Rosen seemed to go through some silent debate with herself before reaching over and rubbing his back. Keller looked up, surprised, as if she had just given him some kind of gift.
  Jeffrey waited a few moments before asking, "Did Andy tell you that he was having problems coping?" They both shook their heads. "Was there someone or something that might have been upsetting him?"
  Keller shrugged. "He was trying very hard to forge his own identity." He waved his hand toward the back of the house. "That was why we let him live over the garage."
  Jeffrey told them, "We found some paraphernalia in his room." He did not wait for the question Rosen was obviously about to ask. "Squares of tinfoil and a pipe. There's no telling when they were last used."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Fletcher shook his head. "You could push him and get it back. I felt sorry for the little dude about that. He was all tough and shit, but all you had to do was push him around some and he was like, 'All right. Here's the money. Don't hurt me.' " Fletcher stopped, realizing what he had said. "Not that I would hurt him. That's not my game, man. I'm all about being mellow, exploring your, you know, your..." Fletcher looked for the word. "No, that's not right. Expanding. You gotta expand your mind. Open yourself up."
  He groaned, rubbing his stomach. "He mighta been getting some money off the top. You know, for, like, rent and all."
  Jeffrey sat back in his chair, trying to figure out how Chuck could be connected to the recent murders. Drug dealers only killed people who crossed them, and then they did it in a spectacular way to serve as a warning to would-be rivals. Staging the deaths to look like suicides would be contrary to good business.
  Fletcher started to write, offering a running narrative of his house. "There's some pot in the fridge, in the butter-dish area. What's that you call where the butter goes?"
  Jeffrey stood, thinking he had better things to do than this. He left the door open so he could watch Fletcher from the hallway.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He left the door open so he could watch Fletcher from the hallway.. What's that you call where the butter goes?"
  Jeffrey stood, thinking he had better things to do than this. "There's some pot in the fridge, in the butter-dish area.
  Fletcher started to write, offering a running narrative of his house. Staging the deaths to look like suicides would be contrary to good business. Drug dealers only killed people who crossed them, and then they did it in a spectacular way to serve as a warning to would-be rivals."
  Jeffrey sat back in his chair, trying to figure out how Chuck could be connected to the recent murders. You know, for, like, rent and all. "He mighta been getting some money off the top."
  He groaned, rubbing his stomach. Open yourself up. You gotta expand your mind. Expanding. "No, that's not right." Fletcher looked for the word... I'm all about being mellow, exploring your, you know, your. That's not my game, man. "Not that I would hurt him.' " Fletcher stopped, realizing what he had said. Don't hurt me. Here's the money. He was all tough and shit, but all you had to do was push him around some and he was like, 'All right. I felt sorry for the little dude about that. "You could push him and get it back.Fletcher shook his head
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Lena cleared her throat, which had dark bruises around it. When she spoke, her voice was raspy. "I fell."
  She was wearing only pants and a bra, the material white against her olive skin. She covered herself with her hands in a flash of modesty. There were round fingertip bruises on her upper arms, as if someone had grabbed her too hard. A mark on her shoulder looked like it was from a bite.
  Jeffrey picked up a shirt off the floor, meaning to offer it to Lena so that she could cover herself. He stopped when he realized what he was holding was evidence. Dark blood stained the bottom.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When she spoke, her voice was raspy. "I fell."
  She was wearing only pants and a bra, the material white against her olive skin. She covered herself with her hands in a flash of modesty. There were round fingertip bruises on her upper arms, as if someone had grabbed her too hard. A mark on her shoulder looked like it was from a bite.
  Jeffrey picked up a shirt off the floor, meaning to offer it to Lena so that she could cover herself. He stopped when he realized what he was holding was evidence. Dark blood stained the bottom.