conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Mary, York, Times with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'If I Can't Have You'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: If I Can't Have You
  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '
  I gave Bria the saddest eyes I could muster up, and she came to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I refused to take those fucking pills. I didn't need to change. I was fine being just who I was. I agreed with her, just because I didn't want to discuss the shit any further. I was grown, and I was going to do what the fuck I wanted to do.
  Just then, Mo and Bria walked in the door, and they look surprised to see me awake. My mother gave them the evil eye, then walked out of the room. Mo came to my side of the bed, but Bria stayed closer to the door.
  Bria looked like she wasn't buying it, but Mo's ass was crying, so I knew she had fallen for everything I said.
  I gave Bria the saddest eyes I could muster up, and she came to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I would be so happy to see my son. Tremaine hadn't allowed my baby to see me that often at the mental institution. When I walked outside, I was saddened that my mom was the only person there to pick me up. I was disappointed that my sister was not there. We had grown close over this past year, so I just knew she would be there for my release, but she wasn't.
  I didn't feel like making any stops; I just wanted to cuddle up with my son. We got out of the car and went inside the house. As soon as we shut the door and my mom cut on the lights, everyone jumped out and shouted, "Surprise!" I was shocked, to say the least. Everyone was there—Bria and David, Kevin and Zoe, Mo and Corey, my dad and his new woman, and my son. Tremaine Jr. ran up to me and hugged me tightly. My sister wobbled over to me and hugged me tightly.
  He nodded his head yes, and at that very moment, I felt whole. I knew that from this moment forward, things would be good for me. I thanked God for second chances.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Tremaine hadn't allowed my baby to see me that often at the mental institution. When I walked outside, I was saddened that my mom was the only person there to pick me up. I was disappointed that my sister was not there. We had grown close over this past year, so I just knew she would be there for my release, but she wasn't.
  I didn't feel like making any stops; I just wanted to cuddle up with my son. We got out of the car and went inside the house. As soon as we shut the door and my mom cut on the lights, everyone jumped out and shouted, "Surprise!" I was shocked, to say the least. Everyone was there—Bria and David, Kevin and Zoe, Mo and Corey, my dad and his new woman, and my son. Tremaine Jr. ran up to me and hugged me tightly. My sister wobbled over to me and hugged me tightly.
  He nodded his head yes, and at that very moment, I felt whole. I knew that from this moment forward, things would be good for me. I thanked God for second chances.