conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Noted, Chris, McCandless with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, Travelers & Explorers?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Into the Wild'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Into the Wild about Northboro, Massachusetts, WILD with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author grew up in Northboro, MA, a town in central Massachusetts which (she claims) was temporarily transformed into a fairy-tale kingdom for several days in 1986. These events later inspired her novel, INTO THE WILD, as well as her paralyzing fear of glass footwear.Sarah has been writing fantasy stories since she was ten years old. She holds an English degree from Princeton University and currently resides in Stony Brook, NY, with her husband and daughter.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She holds an English degree from Princeton University and currently resides in Stony Brook, NY, with her husband and daughter. These events later inspired her novel, INTO THE WILD, as well as her paralyzing fear of glass footwear.Sarah has been writing fantasy stories since she was ten years old.the author grew up in Northboro, MA, a town in central Massachusetts which (she claims) was temporarily transformed into a fairy-tale kingdom for several days in 1986.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Into the Wild
  I jumped out of bed and pulled on some clothes. It was still dark but everyone was up. Outside I could hear neighbours screaming, horns beeping, people crying.
  I followed Mum to the kitchen and watched her tip the entire contents of my schoolbag onto the floor. My tin pencil case clanged open, but Mum didn't even seem to care. I wanted to complain, but I was too afraid.
  Mum then filled up my bag with food. Behind her, I saw Dad go out the front door with a heavy load of suitcases.
  I ran outside to find Dad shoving cases into the car. I gave him my schoolbag and he flung it on top of a pile in the boot.
  Mum and my big sister Kate emerged from the house and ran towards our car. It was strange, though – Mum didn't even stop to shut the front door.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I also worked out that a certain size of stone was best – too light was hard to aim, but too heavy wouldn't travel as far.
  Then I picked up a bunch of smaller stones as I had seen my father do, and put all of them into the pouch. I swung the pouch and POW! The smaller stones didn't hit as hard, but they sprayed out and covered a bigger area. The old tree stump was dented all over and had lost several large chunks of bark. I'd not only improved my aim, but also the strength of the shot. I was no expert yet, of course, but I was feeling much more confident.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about I'd.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I also worked out that a certain size of stone was best – too light was hard to aim, but too heavy wouldn't travel as far. 
  Then I picked up a bunch of smaller stones as I had seen my father do, and put all of them into the pouch. I swung the pouch and POW! The smaller stones didn't hit as hard, but they sprayed out and covered a bigger area. 
  A few hours later, I'd made five hits in a row. The old tree stump was dented all over and had lost several large chunks of bark. I'd not only improved my aim, but also the strength of the shot. I was no expert yet, of course, but I was feeling much more confident.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My heart beat loudly in my chest and a string of images rolled through my head – Dad carrying me on his shoulders, Mum kissing me goodnight, Kate by my side as we watched movies from the couch...
  Even the chill at the tip of my right ear wasn't enough to stop me from reuniting with my family. So, I climbed into the side of the truck.
  I tried to climb back out, but, without warning, the man pushed me back in roughly and closed the door.
  My dogs went wild and leapt at the strange man, but it was too late. He swung into the passenger seat and the driver stepped on the accelerator. The truck took off with me inside it and my pack was helpless to do anything.
  It was no use. The men ignored me and the truck accelerated. My dogs weren't fast enough to keep up, and as I watched through the rear window, my pack started to get smaller and smaller.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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  Even the chill at the tip of my right ear wasn't enough to stop me from reuniting with my family. So, I climbed into the side of the truck.
  I tried to climb back out, but, without warning, the man pushed me back in roughly and closed the door.
  My dogs went wild and leapt at the strange man, but it was too late. He swung into the passenger seat and the driver stepped on the accelerator. The truck took off with me inside it and my pack was helpless to do anything.
  It was no use. The men ignored me and the truck accelerated. My dogs weren't fast enough to keep up, and as I watched through the rear window, my pack started to get smaller and smaller.