conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Sadie, Sam, Noah with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Summer in the Invisible City'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Summer in the Invisible City
  I've never been to the Rockaways and as we get farther from Manhattan, the buildings get smaller and the spaces between them larger, until the city has transformed into an unrecognizable landscape. The sky seems to drop as we drive, as if the buildings in Manhattan actually keep it propped up high, like a tent.
  I'm about to ask Izzy who Roberto is but then she jumps up in her seat, turns up the volume on the radio, and screams, "Yes!"
  It's a Taylor Swift song that was really popular when we were in seventh grade. Everyone, even people who don't care about pop music, know all the words. If Willa were here, she'd cover her ears and moan about how it brings back too many bad memories of awkward middle school dances.
  There's no traffic this far out and Izzy's car speeds along. I catch my reflection in the rear window. My hair is going wild, and I'm struck for a moment when I realize I look like I belong.
  Izzy cranes her neck back toward me and says, "Did you know Phaedra met Taylor Swift? They hung out all night at some party."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: We're nearing the back of the gallery when I see Allan. He's sipping wine from a plastic cup and wearing the same boring clothes I've seen him in both days, a Windbreaker and jeans.
  A hand on my shoulder gently pushes me aside, and a tall, bony-faced man steps in and gives Allan a hug.
  Allan turns to me, his eyes not focusing on mine as he says, "Great to see you, Sadie. Don't leave without saying good-bye."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I reach for him at the same moment he reaches for me. He winds his fingers into mine and then we are kissing in the grass, and I don't know anymore whose breathing is whose. The earth and the sun and the bright afternoon light and the hot darkness that comes when I close my eyes, all mingle together into one picture. An arrangement of light and shadow all my own.
  Special thanks to Manya Fox for the crash course in 4 x 5 photography. And to Lily Simonson for reading an entire draft in Antarctica.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And to Lily Simonson for reading an entire draft in Antarctica..
  Special thanks to Manya Fox for the crash course in 4 x 5 photography. An arrangement of light and shadow all my own. The earth and the sun and the bright afternoon light and the hot darkness that comes when I close my eyes, all mingle together into one picture. He winds his fingers into mine and then we are kissing in the grass, and I don't know anymore whose breathing is whose.I reach for him at the same moment he reaches for me