conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Tian, Coco, opens with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Shanghai Baby'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Shanghai Baby
  She seemed to have thought of every angle for me, and she knew how to manage all the details in ways appropriate to the rules of publishing. All I needed to do was accept the gift I was offered. I didn't know if she was really keen on my writing, but I didn't think this was the moment to ask, so I thanked her and promised to call her later and agree on a time and place.
  Afterward I called Madonna. She was still in bed and her voice was muffled and sleepy. When she realized it was me, she made an effort to clear her throat. In a low voice she said to the person (obviously a man) by her side, "My dear, could you please get me a glass of water?"
  She was obviously astonished. "How did that happen, for God's sake?" She took a deep hit on her cigarette, then exhaled lengthily.
  Beside a sheet of blue water, Madonna and I stretched out on sunbeds, clear sky above our heads, a light breeze brushing our faces and the sunlight like a smattering of honey making our exposed flesh sticky. After being covered up for a season, our skin was pale and unappealing. I draped a towel over me and focused on a man in the water. His name was Ma Jian-Jun, and he and Madonna had met in dramatic circumstances.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Zhu Sha and Ah Dick each gave all three items to each other, whereas Spider, Godfather, and two of Godfather's friends gaveme their poems. (Fortunately, I thus became the evening's most intelligent woman. I received a long string of fragrant or odiferous poems, such as: "Your smile brings people back to life/A thing of great quality." This was flattering; "She resembles crimped steel/Not a living creature..." was disparaging. "She laughs, she cries/She is real, she is fantasy" seemed just right.) Of the four men who gave their roses and bodies to Flying Apple's models, three and a half were grads of Fudan U, the half being Spider, of course, who never graduated. The Fudan grads and glamorous models were mutually ogling one another, and because the guest room had a sofa, bed, and carpet, it would be able to accommodate them.
  While Ah Dick was looking at Tian Tian's paintings, Zhu Sha and I chatted over a plate of strawberries. "Have you seen Mark lately?" she asked quietly, not looking directly at me.
  The evening began to get chaotic and out of control. At 3:00A.M.Flying Apple took his Serbian to the New Jinjiang Hotel, where he was staying. Spider, Godfather and his two friends, and four of Flying Apple's models were fooling around in the guest room. Tian Tian, Madonna, and I slept on the big bed in our bedroom, and Johnson slept on the sofa.
  At 5:00A.M.,I was awakened suddenly by the noise of several people tossing about at the same time. From next door came a woman's hysterical shrieking, like an owl on a rooftop. Madonna had slipped out to the sofa. I could see her snow-white, naked body, fine and slender, entwined about Johnson like a large white snake. She even had a cigarette in her right hand, taking an occasional puff as she enveloped Johnson.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Zhu Sha and Ah Dick each gave all three items to each other, whereas Spider, Godfather, and two of Godfather's friends gaveme their poems. (Fortunately, I thus became the evening's most intelligent woman. I received a long string of fragrant or odiferous poems, such as: "Your smile brings people back to life/A thing of great quality." This was flattering; "She resembles crimped steel/Not a living creature..." was disparaging. "She laughs, she cries/She is real, she is fantasy" seemed just right.) Of the four men who gave their roses and bodies to Flying Apple's models, three and a half were grads of Fudan U, the half being Spider, of course, who never graduated. The Fudan grads and glamorous models were mutually ogling one another, and because the guest room had a sofa, bed, and carpet, it would be able to accommodate them.
  While Ah Dick was looking at Tian Tian's paintings, Zhu Sha and I chatted over a plate of strawberries. "Have you seen Mark lately?" she asked quietly, not looking directly at me.
  The evening began to get chaotic and out of control. At 3:00A.M.Flying Apple took his Serbian to the New Jinjiang Hotel, where he was staying. Spider, Godfather and his two friends, and four of Flying Apple's models were fooling around in the guest room. Tian Tian, Madonna, and I slept on the big bed in our bedroom, and Johnson slept on the sofa.
  At 5:00A.M.,I was awakened suddenly by the noise of several people tossing about at the same time. From next door came a woman's hysterical shrieking, like an owl on a rooftop. Madonna had slipped out to the sofa. I could see her snow-white, naked body, fine and slender, entwined about Johnson like a large white snake.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' A feeling of tenderness and bitterness engulfed me, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer this tired and helpless old woman.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Her voice was very hoarse. I stood frozen at her side. I already knew who this uncontrollably angry old woman was, but it was the first time I'd seen her in the flesh.
  She hadn't showed up at Tian Tian's funeral, but that must have been because Connie wouldn't let her. Connie had always been afraid of her and avoided her, but Tian Tian's grandmother knew how to find her way to the restaurant.
  The doorkeeper tried to calm her in hushed tones. "Madame,you must have come dozens of times already. It's too hard on you at your age. You'd best go home and rest."
  She looked at me suspiciously, then looked at the sky above us covered by a thick blanket of clouds, dark red from the city lights.
  My heart fluttered. A feeling of tenderness and bitterness engulfed me, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer this tired and helpless old woman.