conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Alice, Eloise, Kimberly with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Puzzles & Games?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Alice Fantastic'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Alice Fantastic
  Alice liked playing this game. Getting me to extract information from her. In fact, she'd get downright furious if I didn't. It was even more exhausting than detailing my sexual exploits for Amy. Why was everyone in my life so tiring?
  Alice had had a crystal methedrine phase in her early twenties. She and Mom had gone on a few speed jags together, Alice coming back to stay at the old apartment on Charles Street, before Mom moved to Woodstock and went into Narcotics Anonymous. The two of them would gnash their teeth and overzealously clean the house. Mom, of course, didn't know when or how to stop and got so skinny she nearly died. Alice one day decided speed was unhealthy and stopped doing it. But she has a touch of residual paranoia.
  Alice hung up. I knew I should have pressed her a little more about the Clayton thing. Tried to see exactly how worried she was, if she really cared for that big oaf. But I didn't have the strength.
  The next few days blurred the way they do sometimes when I've gotten new fabric and am drawing up various trolls and beasts to render in felt and buttons and big awkward stitching. I drew, then I cut fabric and started experimenting. I had failed with my first dog-headed cockroach. The head was so enormous the animal couldn't stand, even on the eight legs I'd given it. The new model was a slightly smaller-headed version and I was giving it thicker legs.
  Between bouts of work, I walked Turbo. Some days, I talked to Amy Ross or to Mom or to my friend Jane who has four kids by four different fathers and lives in New Jersey.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: After giving her elaborate instructions on what to do with the dog pack in my absence, I put Arturo in the car and got on the road. I'd only gone one exit down the thruway when my cell phone rang. I wasn't going to answer it as I loathe people who talk on their phones while driving, but I glanced down and saw the incoming number. It was Sue, the accountant who was interested in Chico. I'd forgotten to call her.
  There was a rest stop a few miles later and I pulled in, let Arturo out in case the excitement of the car ride had made him need to pee, and called Sue back. She said she had slept on it and called her mother and sister and ex-boyfriend and discussed it and, yes, she wanted the dog. I told her I'd send her the formal application that night. She sounded enthralled. I was glad for her. And for Chico.
  The Toy Box was a small but lavish shop on Greenwich Avenue in the West Village. It was packed to the rafters with bright and beautiful toys, the sorts of things I would have liked to buy my girls when they were little but of course could not as I was destitute. I saw several of Eloise's animals prominently displayed and remembered that this was how Jerry, the toy store owner, had come to be interested in Arturo. He'd commented on so many of Elo's animals being dogs and they'd gotten to talking about my rescue work.
  Jerry had a round but attractive face and bright blue eyes that smiled. When he saw Arturo, he looked as excited as Sue had sounded on the phone.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I'd only gone one exit down the thruway when my cell phone rang. I wasn't going to answer it as I loathe people who talk on their phones while driving, but I glanced down and saw the incoming number. It was Sue, the accountant who was interested in Chico. I'd forgotten to call her.
  There was a rest stop a few miles later and I pulled in, let Arturo out in case the excitement of the car ride had made him need to pee, and called Sue back. She said she had slept on it and called her mother and sister and ex-boyfriend and discussed it and, yes, she wanted the dog. I told her I'd send her the formal application that night. She sounded enthralled. I was glad for her. And for Chico.
  The Toy Box was a small but lavish shop on Greenwich Avenue in the West Village. It was packed to the rafters with bright and beautiful toys, the sorts of things I would have liked to buy my girls when they were little but of course could not as I was destitute. I saw several of Eloise's animals prominently displayed and remembered that this was how Jerry, the toy store owner, had come to be interested in Arturo. He'd commented on so many of Elo's animals being dogs and they'd gotten to talking about my rescue work.
  Jerry had a round but attractive face and bright blue eyes that smiled. When he saw Arturo, he looked as excited as Sue had sounded on the phone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I thought of innumerable other things to say but kept them to myself. We arranged a time the next day when Matthew would come get his new companion.
  I got used to watching the dogs leave. After Carlos, there was a rash of successful adoptions. Harvey went to a racing writer I knew from Kentucky, Lucy went to a marathon runner in nearby Kingston. All but Simba, a sweet, lazy black Lab, had been placed in suitable homes and it was just Mickey, Candy, Simba, and me. It got so the house actually felt empty. But I didn't have the strength to be active in rescue the way Mom had. I could never bring myself to go to the kill shelters, plucking some dogs while leaving the rest to their fates. I had decided that, if and when a dog in need presented itself, I would help, but I wouldn't go out of my way to bring in new orphans. I had enough to do trying to keep up with my work, taking care of the house and Mickey and Candy, and not losing my mind.
  One afternoon, there was a knock at the door. Candy went crazy, barking and growling, while Simba and Mickey just stared at the door with their tales wagging gently. I went so far as to run a hand through my hair and make sure my fly was closed before opening the front door.
  I had been blowing my sister off for more than a week now. She wanted me to go with her to various prenatal appointments and yoga classes but I kept turning her down in favor of holing up by myself, with just dogs for company.
  Joe and I fell silent. I made coffee and offered him some of the wretched banana bread I'd baked earlier. The only person I'd found so far who'd eat anything I cooked was Mom's NA friend Ida. She was obviously trying really hard to win my friendship.