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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Shanghai Baby about Tian, Coco, opens with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ...opens this semi-autobiographical work of fiction by a young chinese writer, the first of a new wave of young female 'Glam lit' writers to achieve mainstream success. Coco, the books main character, is a Shanghai cafe waitress full of enthusiasm for life and impatient to discover who she really is. She falls in love with a young man, Tian Tian, for whom she feels tenderness and love but who is reclusive and impotent, and an occasional user of drugs. Despite her parents objections Coco moves in with him, leaves her job and throws herself into writing a novel. Shortly afterwards she meets Mark, a dashing and sensual foreign businessman; the tow are uncontrollably attracted and begin a highly charged, physical affair. The book then turns to the real subject: the conflicted feelings involved in love and passion; the battle between body and soul. Tom between two lovers, and tormented by her deceit, her unfinished novel and her entangled feelings Coco starts to break down. As her foreign lover prepares to return home she spends all her time with him, more passionate and unbridled than ever, despite her growing concern for Tian Tian. One Morning, not long after Mark's departure, she finds Tian Tian dead next to her in bed. Abandoned in a city of vanity and desire, the book ends as Coco musters the courage to face life, and puts the finishing touches to her first, semi-autobiographical novel, which reflects her unique and very personal attitude to her lovers memory.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five 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.
  Madonna was racing her car through the streets late one night when the roads were empty, one of those moments when it's safeto go crazy. As she turned the wrong way up a one-way street lined with parasol trees, her path was blocked by a police car that shot out from the shadows.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Tian Tian smiled faintly. "Sorry; we didn't mean to make you jealous." But I felt a twinge of remorse. Madonna and Zhu Sha both knew about my affair with Mark, but how could I come clean to Tian Tian about it? Especially since the feeling he gave my body was so different from the one Mark gave me, so the two couldn't be compared. Tian Tian used his unique closeness and his affection to get to a part of my body Mark couldn't reach. I don't think that I was being greedy and selfish about this, but I'll admit I was unable to control myself and was forever looking for excuses.
  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: Tian Tian smiled faintly. "Sorry; we didn't mean to make you jealous." But I felt a twinge of remorse. Madonna and Zhu Sha both knew about my affair with Mark, but how could I come clean to Tian Tian about it? Especially since the feeling he gave my body was so different from the one Mark gave me, so the two couldn't be compared. Tian Tian used his unique closeness and his affection to get to a part of my body Mark couldn't reach. I don't think that I was being greedy and selfish about this, but I'll admit I was unable to control myself and was forever looking for excuses.
  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: Give me the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Her voice was very hoarse'.
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.