conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Blessed, Amazon.com, Set with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Wish You Were Dead'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Wish You Were Dead
  Cassandra leaned forward and dropped her voice. "Has anyone heard anything about Courtney and Adam hooking up behind Lucy's back? Lindsey Sloane saw them together in his car a few weeks ago."
  Jen turned to me. "You're Courtney's best friend. What about it?" There was something insistent, slightly hostile, and demanding in her voice. It was part of the change at our lunch table that I'd been noticing. Lucy had always been the focal point. It was a round table, and yet it always felt like Lucy sat at the head. With Courtney and Lucy gone, Jen not only sensed an opportunity to seize control of the group, but for some reason she imagined that I was standing in her way.
  But I had no intention of doing that. "I really don't think we should be talking like this right now."
  Jen rolled her eyes dismissively. "Maybe the three of them ran away together. They each waited so it wouldn't look like it was planned."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Ethan sat still for a moment. Then he said, "You don't have to come. It would probably be better if you didn't."
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The officer with the medical kit returns. He and his partner make a valiant but vain attempt to revive Katherine. Moments later the ambulance crew arrives. The EMTs hurry in and take over. Now one of the officers gets on his radio to report the grim news. Looks like a code 187 (homicide).
  They will tell the kids to step back but stay close. After all, there may be a homicidal maniac on the loose. By now the detectives have arrived and surveyed the murder scene. While one looks for clues, the other takes the names and addresses of witnesses to be interviewed first thing tomorrow morning, while memories are still fresh. Based on the initial information, a BOLO will be issued before long: "Be on the lookout for Callie Carson, age seventeen, four foot ten, roughly a hundred pounds, dressed in jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt."
  About a year ago, Katherine Remington-Day, the most popular girl in the grade, started to be nice to me, inviting me to sit at her table at lunch and do things with her and her friends after school. The Remingtons were the town's earliest residents. Katherine's ancestors had first come to Soundview in the early 1800s. In the town hall was a row of portraits of the mayors going back to the 1820s, and close to half a dozen had the last name Remington.
  Katherine was a dynamo, maybe three inches taller than me, with a light brown pageboy haircut and mad-crazy amounts of energy. No one else was on more committees or involved in more school activities, even though she did avoid any position that required an election. When she made it clear that she wanted to be friends, I figured I was just a charity case to her. Sometimes, in a dark moment, I even wondered if she was using me to prove just how powerful and popular she was. Powerful enough that she could have the loser Callie Carson as a friend and still be the center of the social swirl.
  But the reason didn't matter. I was desperate for distraction, for friends in school, for a little fun. My family had been irreparably fractured. I'd quit the cross-country team just when it looked like we had a chance to win the statewide championship. My boyfriend, Slade, was working long hours, sometimes on jobs out of town, and my best friend, Jeanie, had moved back to England. And out of nowhere, there was Katherine, offering me a lifeline. I had to believe that anyone in my situation would have leaped to take it.