conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled The Girls He Adored about Girls, Adored, She's with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Of all the rules a serial killer might choose to ignore, the costliest may be rolling through a red light within sight of a vigilant sheriff's deputy. But in the author's latest thriller, The Girls He Adored , that's exactly what he does. As the deputy tells it: "But when I look in, I see this blond girl, couldn't have been more than eighteen, she's sitting straight up holding her stomach with both hands. She's wearing a white sweater that looks like it's dyed in overlapping bands of red at the bottom, and she has the strangest expression on her face. Just, you know, puzzled--I'll never forget that expression. I ask her if she's okay, she lifts up her sweater with both hands, and her guts spill out on her lap."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Pacific, Grove, California with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Girls He Adored'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Girls He Adored
  Irene put her hand on Dr. Corder's arm, stopping him in his tracks in the middle of the corridor. "Never," she said, staring up into his eyes for emphasis. "Never, never, never, never, never."
  The last door on the right at the end of the corridor was painted pastel blue, the color of Maybelline, with a one-way glass panel set at eye level. Irene would not let herself peek in. She was afraid if she saw him, she'd lose her nerve. Corder punched a code into the keypad; the deceptively heavy door swung open on silent hinges.
  At first glance, it was an ordinary, pleasant-looking dormitory room. Desk, bureau, bed. Pale blue walls. But it didn't take long for a trained eye such as Irene's to spot the anomalies. The bathroom was an alcove—no door. The glass of the four-paned window overlooking the back garden and walking paths of the institute was a double-layer mesh sandwich, the sash for show only—it wasn't built to open. The top of the bureau was padded, the corners rounded; it had open, recessed shelves instead of drawers that closed. The desk corners were padded and rounded, too, and both desk and chair were bolted to the floor. No lamps—the lights were set behind opaque white panels in the ceiling.
  Maxwell, in blue pajamas with white piping, was seated at the desk, crayoning, his back to the door. He turned. "Hello, Doctor Al," he chirped brightly, in a pennywhistle voice.
  Occupational therapist, mouthed Corder. Then, to Maxwell: "Lyssy, Dr. Cogan would like to talk with you for a few minutes. Would that be all right with you?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: At first glance, it was an ordinary, pleasant-looking dormitory room. Desk, bureau, bed. Pale blue walls. But it didn't take long for a trained eye such as Irene's to spot the anomalies. The bathroom was an alcove—no door. The glass of the four-paned window overlooking the back garden and walking paths of the institute was a double-layer mesh sandwich, the sash for show only—it wasn't built to open. The top of the bureau was padded, the corners rounded; it had open, recessed shelves instead of drawers that closed. The desk corners were padded and rounded, too, and both desk and chair were bolted to the floor. No lamps—the lights were set behind opaque white panels in the ceiling.
  Maxwell, in blue pajamas with white piping, was seated at the desk, crayoning, his back to the door. He turned.
  Occupational therapist, mouthed Corder. Then, to Maxwell: "Lyssy, Dr. Cogan would like to talk with you for a few minutes. Would that be all right with you?"
  Irene backed out of the room, closed the door behind her, and watched through the one-way glass as Maxwell, his arm around his doctor for support, hopped over to the bed, his right pajama leg swinging loosely below the knee. Irene winced. Until that moment, she'd forgotten about the amputation. Feeling like a voyeur, she turned away. A few minutes later the door swung open, and Corder emerged. "He's all yours."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Doctor, chirped.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: At first glance, it was an ordinary, pleasant-looking dormitory room. Desk, bureau, bed. Pale blue walls. But it didn't take long for a trained eye such as Irene's to spot the anomalies. The bathroom was an alcove—no door. The glass of the four-paned window overlooking the back garden and walking paths of the institute was a double-layer mesh sandwich, the sash for show only—it wasn't built to open. The top of the bureau was padded, the corners rounded; it had open, recessed shelves instead of drawers that closed. The desk corners were padded and rounded, too, and both desk and chair were bolted to the floor. No lamps—the lights were set behind opaque white panels in the ceiling. 
  Maxwell, in blue pajamas with white piping, was seated at the desk, crayoning, his back to the door. He turned. "Hello, Doctor Al," he chirped brightly, in a pennywhistle voice. 
  Occupational therapist, mouthed Corder. Then, to Maxwell: "Lyssy, Dr. Cogan would like to talk with you for a few minutes. Would that be all right with you?"
  Irene backed out of the room, closed the door behind her, and watched through the one-way glass as Maxwell, his arm around his doctor for support, hopped over to the bed, his right pajama leg swinging loosely below the knee. Irene winced. Until that moment, she'd forgotten about the amputation. Feeling like a voyeur, she turned away. A few minutes later the door swung open, and Corder emerged. "He's all yours. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs? End with the sentence ' Then he put the black crayon back in the box and took out several other shades, peach, melon, red-orange, orange-red, apricot, and carnation, with which he sketched in first a few sparse pubic hairs, just above the triangular space between her slender thighs, then a luscious head of shoulder length, strawberry blond hair.'.
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conversations.value: He hurriedly tore the pack open, stripped the foil off two pieces, shoved them both into his mouth. "Will you come back to see me some time?" he asked her indistinctly.
  Ulysses Maxwell sat motionless on the bed for another ten minutes. When he was sure they were gone, he spat his gum out onto the floor. Then his carriage changed dramatically. He lowered his shoulders and arched his neck, cocking his head slightly to the side.
  He rose, crossed the room with only a ghost of the limp he'd put on for Irene, sat down at his desk, and with the black crayon swiftly sketched the outline of a nude woman on the top sheet of the pad. No stick figure this time: she was reclining in a modified odalisque, her hands behind her head, her small breasts tipped pertly. Then he put the black crayon back in the box and took out several other shades, peach, melon, red-orange, orange-red, apricot, and carnation, with which he sketched in first a few sparse pubic hairs, just above the triangular space between her slender thighs, then a luscious head of shoulder length, strawberry blond hair.