conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'Awake and Dreaming'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Awake and Dreaming
  All day she'd watched the visitors to the cemetery—joggers, bundled-up families pushing strollers, couples having earnest conversations. Many of the visitors were on Sunday walks but others had come to visit the graves of relatives. Beside the ghost a family stood around a grassy plot, shivering in the chilly air. They spoke in solemn voices and left some flowers in a tin.
  No one had ever left anything on her grave—not a single flower. On this dank January day her plot looked especially dreary, blanketed with the dead leaves that had lain there all winter.
  The ghost strode along the path overlooking the sea, then sat on a step of the war memorial to watch the sun set. All the Sunday visitors had left. Crows circled the empty cemetery, reclaiming it with jeering cries. The wind rose and bare tree branches scraped against one another. Below the ghost, across the road, tumultuous waves flung pebbles on the shore. The full moon seemed to sway in the sky like a lantern.
  SHE NEVER VISITED her former home until its inhabitants were asleep. She'd never had any evidence that people could see her; but maybe they'd hear her or somehow sense her presence if she were there in the daytime. And she didn't want to frighten anyone; she knew she hadn't been left here for that.
  Her house wasn't far away—just across the street. The ghost melted into the wood of the door and passed through to the other side. Pausing in the hall, she listened to the hum of the refrigerator and the gurgle of the aquarium. Everyone—all the children and their parents—seemed to be asleep.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Anna tried riding double with Grace, but they couldn't balance the bike and soon gave up. When they reached Fairfield, they pushed the bikes up the hilly street as fast as they could. Now it was dark—the streetlights were on and people pulled their curtains in the houses they passed. Without the sun the air was clammy.
  Anna was close to tears again. "We're going to get into a lot of trouble," she told Theo. "Especially me!"
  Theo shuddered. What did "a lot of trouble" mean? "Anna," she asked, after they had said goodbye to Grace at her corner and hurried down their own street. "Are they going to hit us?"
  Dad burst in and hugged them violently. Then they all sat down in the living-room while Anna tried to explain. "It's not Theo's fault," she said at once. "It was Grace's idea, but I could have said no. And now I've lost my bike!" She began to cry again.
  THAT NIGHT, after they were all in bed and after they'd gone over the whole afternoon in detail for Lisbeth, Theo whispered, "Anna?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: If only kids were allowed to live alone—like Pippi Longstocking. I'd like to live in a tree, decided Theo. I'd cut shelves into the trunk for my dishes and food, and sleep on a hammock...
  Theo smiled at her friends. She had them to turn to if things went wrong again. "Friends are like gold," Cecily had said.
  She jumped up. "Let's play follow-the-leader!" She led them in a line through the cemetery. They skipped in and out of the shadows the thick foliage made on the grass. Theo held out one arm, walked with giant steps, hopped from leg to leg and waved her hands in the air. She deliberately ended up at Cecily's grave, then took them in a dancing circle around it.
  She examined the white shrub rose Cecily had asked her to plant. Dan had helped her move it from the front garden of the house. They had clipped the grass and pulled up all the dandelions.