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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Mustafa, Prince, King entitled Tokyo Cancelled.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Tokyo Cancelled: In a unidentified country, Prince Ibrahim visits a small rural town and comes across a tailor named Mustafa.\nImpressed with the tailor's work, the Prince requests that Mustafa make him a fine ceremonial robe and deliver it to the royal palace.\nMustafa toils over the robe for several weeks, and when his work is done he travels to the capital city.\nArriving at the royal palace, Mustafa is repeatedly denied entry due to not having any documentation.\nHaving spent all of his money getting to the capital city, and steeped in debt from the costs of his labour, he begins living on the streets outside the royal palace and buries the robe in the desert.\nMany years later, Mustafa spots Prince Ibrahim and desperately tries to approach him, yet despite his protests the Prince does not recognise him in his bedraggled form.\nOne of the Prince's companions, Suleiman, who remembers the Prince requesting the robe, takes pity on the tailor and offers to buy the robe off Mustafa if he can bring it to him.\nMustafa returns to the spot where he buried the robe but discovers that a local villager has sold it to a French museum and has used the millions of dollars it fetched to begin construction on the site.\nReturning empty-handed, Suleiman doubts Mustafa's story and turns him away with just enough money to cover his stay in the capital.\nLater, during a massive festival attended by various corporations, Mustafa petitions to King Saïd and relays his story.\nPrince Ibrahim immediately dismisses the tailor's story, but the King gives Mustafa a chance to prove his honesty by telling a story in accordance with their culture's customs: by having thirteen layers of meaning.\nMustafa recounts the story of a tailor who, having repeatedly failed to make clothing for a wedding, tells the groom that he must not be ready to wear the garments since they refused to be made.\nGreatly moved by the tale, the King grants Mustafa one request in recompense for the misunderstanding.\nMustafa requests money, since he feels he has sunk so low, so the King settles all of Mustafa's debts and the tailor leaves the city.\nBeing disillusioned with city life but having too grand dreams to return to his small town, Mustafa moves to a seaside town where he makes a living crafting uniforms for soldiers, and every evening he tells his story to the boats that sail past in the distance.
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Tokyo Cancelled
  Perhaps it needs to be said again: everything that has happened since makes it difficult almost to believe in the physical reality of the man Fareed, and near to impossible to retrieve the simplest details of those fateful last days of his life.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' But one day a girl plucked up her courage and asked to have her ears cleaned.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He tied a mirror to the trunk of an old tung tree near his mother's house and put a chair in front of it. He cut the men's hair and shaved them. And he cleaned their ears.
  He carved his own tools out of bamboo. He would remove the wax from his customers' ears with exquisite care. Afterwards he massaged inside using a little bamboo stick with a curved, bulbous end. The way he did it made everyone feel good, and they were happy to give him a few extra mao for the service.
  And the men would close their eyes as Xiaosong carefully cleaned and rubbed. The sounds of the world fled far away and all they could hear was Xiaosong's intricate manoeuvrings inside their heads.
  Schoolgirls came in groups of three to look at him as he read. His good looks made them shy, and since their mothers cut their hair they did not have a good excuse to approach. But one day a girl plucked up her courage and asked to have her ears cleaned.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Things worked smoothly this morning and they were all ready to board. Funny how they all still clung together, a big, ungainly group taking up thirteen seats in the middle of the airport. Efficient voices announced boarding times and security advisories; the crew for their flight arrived in tight formation, steered smoothly through every barricade and disappeared onto the plane; other flights came and went. A queue started to form by their gate.
  And with that, he picked up his briefcase, turned his back on them, and went to stand at the back of the queue by Gate '.
  Everyone else was surprised. It was strange of him, after everything they had heard and told. It seemed to put an end to all their conversations – what could you say after that? Somebody started to gather up belongings, there was another call to board their flight, it was probably time to shift anyway, they all stood up together, gathered camera bags and briefcases and rucksacks and went and stood in silent single file behind the suddenly unapproachable Japanese man.
  Passports were checked again and a machine sucked up each boarding pass, flashed a name for an instant, and spat back a diminutive stump. They filed through a tunnel, the sounds of the outside reaching them for the first time. Actually, it was good to fly in the morning, the day felt so full of new things and the air was so fresh. The whole ridiculous fiasco – it really hadn't been so bad. A good story to tell, after all.
  They shuffled forward; the engines were roaring outside and men were loading their bags from a little truck. The Japanese man reached the entrance, flight attendants smiling more broadly than usual as if to compensate everyone for their troubled night. He nodded shyly as one of them greeted him, Good morning.