conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Pike, Tin, Tree entitled The Tin Can Tree.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Tin Can Tree: The Pike family, including ten-year-old Simon Pike, are trying to carry on after the tragic, accidental death of six-year-old Janie Rose Pike.\nThe brothers Ansel and James, relatives of the Pike family, also pitch in to lend support to the Pikes.\nIn the end, the Pikes learn that even after the traumatic death of a young soul, life still continues and they cannot mourn forever.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Tin Can Tree
  Maybe it was just a long, long way to travel, and that's why it took Dorothy all those months to come back.
  Or maybe she had first tried to do without me, the way I had first tried to do without her—to "get over" my loss, "find closure," "move on," all those ridiculous phrases people use when they're urging you to endure the unendurable. But eventually, she had faced the fact that we simply missed each other too much. She had given in and returned.
  And I could. Nandina had taught me. Nandina was not exactly a teen success story herself (she stood nearly six feet tall even after shucking off her long banana shoes, and had reached her senior year without attending a single one of her own proms), but she steered me through a series of passable-looking moves. She showed me how to bite my lower lip as if transported by the beat of "Pump Up the Volume," and she positioned my right arm so it seemed less like a broken wing and more like a banner, raised triumphantly as high as she could force it. It worked in my favor that nobody was dancing in that walking-embrace style anymore. I wouldn't need to clasp my partner two-handed or anything like that.
  Tiffy turned down my invitation, as it happened. She said she'd already made plans. But still, it was kind of Nandina to offer her help.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I was wrong to use the word "handicaps" earlier. "Differences" would have been more accurate. Really I'm not handicapped in the least.
  I may be different from other people but I'm no unluckier. I believe that. Or I'm unluckier but no unhappier. That is probably closer to the truth.
  But there I suppose I'm fooling myself, because probably everyone thinks he has some unique claim on happiness.
  I daydream of switching to standard pedals, but the Motor Vehicle people have these absurd regulations.
  You would think that I would be eager to know what this assignment was. But remember the corollary: once she'd completed it, she would leave. And I didn't think I could bear that.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And I didn't think I could bear that. "Differences" would have been more accurate. Really I'm not handicapped in the least.
  I may be different from other people but I'm no unluckier. I believe that. Or I'm unluckier but no unhappier. That is probably closer to the truth.
  But there I suppose I'm fooling myself, because probably everyone thinks he has some unique claim on happiness.
  I daydream of switching to standard pedals, but the Motor Vehicle people have these absurd regulations.
  You would think that I would be eager to know what this assignment was. But remember the corollary: once she'd completed it, she would leave.I was wrong to use the word "handicaps" earlier.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The first time she rode in my car, she didn't so much as glance over, not even at the very start, to check how I was driving. She was too busy huffing on her glasses and polishing them with her sleeve.
  She was unique among women, Dorothy. She was one of a kind. Lord, she left a hole behind. I felt as if I'd been erased, as if I'd been ripped in two.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The first time she rode in my car, she didn't so much as glance over, not even at the very start, to check how I was driving. She was too busy huffing on her glasses and polishing them with her sleeve.
  She was unique among women, Dorothy. She was one of a kind. Lord, she left a hole behind.