conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Fleming, Reed, Sookie with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Many Bloody Returns'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first three paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Many Bloody Returns
  If you really want to hear about it, which a lot of people do, being naturally curious, you probably want to know where I was born, and what I was like as a kid, and how I wound up living (in a manner of speaking) under a bridge, and all that Catcher in the Rye kind of crap, but I just don't feel like talking about any of that right now, and anyway it's not all that interesting, to tell you the truth.
  I'll tell you how I got to be a goddam vampire, though. That's pretty interesting. It was all because of my sister, Kate, who you'd think would know better, for Crissake, because she was practically a high school graduate, but then there aren't a lot of geniuses in my family, including me, although I did make a pretty good grade in a civics class one year.
  Kate can't take all the blame. If she'd never seen those movies, it might have been different. It wasn't my fault, though. I was just an innocent bystander.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is two more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Michael Glass grabbed my fingers and dragged me inside with one long pull. My feet made it over the line just a fraction of a second before another vampire slammed into the invisible barrier there.
  That vampire was Brandon. Oh, damn, he was angry. Really angry. Our vampires were all about fitting in, but right now he clearly didn't care what we saw. His eyes had turned bloodred, and his face was whiter than I'd ever made mine. And I could see fangs, fangs a viper would have envied, flicking down from their hiding place to flash in menace.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And I could see fangs, fangs a viper would have envied, flicking down from their hiding place to flash in menace. My feet made it over the line just a fraction of a second before another vampire slammed into the invisible barrier there.
  That vampire was Brandon. Oh, damn, he was angry. Really angry. Our vampires were all about fitting in, but right now he clearly didn't care what we saw. His eyes had turned bloodred, and his face was whiter than I'd ever made mine.Michael Glass grabbed my fingers and dragged me inside with one long pull.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He led her through the gate toward where her parents were buried, and she couldn't resist looking over toward Jane's, or rather Leah's, former grave. "Why did they leave the tombstone?"
  He nodded. "She had Bob Henry Senior take it back to repair it, but she was already ill and died before she could finish paying for the work. It was still in the storeroom. All I did was pay the balance and a rush charge to get it out here tonight."
  Stella knelt down on the grave and ran her fingers over the stone's inscription. Not her name, or the dates of her birth and death, but the two words under her name: