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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Enclave'? Start with the sentence 'Enclave
  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC'.
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conversations.value: Enclave
  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
  The night was beyond black. The windless air condensed the fog into droplets that clung to every surface. Kevin Ritter was on lead. Behind him, twenty-six refugees were strung out in a terror-stricken line. He could hear the panting whispers, he could sense their fear. He had not been out on the line in six months, maybe longer. He had almost forgotten the coppery taste of such dread, or how every minute stretched into hours. Or the weight of every delay.
  Kevin flicked on his pocket light, then flashed it again. Both times the mist glowed like weightless jewels. The woman behind him shivered so hard it fractured her breaths. She probably did not even realize she moaned. Her name was Carla, and she was twenty-two, three years younger than he, and very beautiful. Her boyfriend, Pablo, was next in the line. Kevin disliked knowing their names. But they had both introduced themselves, as if the connection were important. Kevin found it best not to forge such bonds with refugees. When he did, they crowded his dreams. But Carla was different. She reminded Kevin of his ex-fiancée. But Kevin's love was lost to him now, and there was nothing he could do about it except yearn for all that would never be.
  Carla had confided that they were refugees from Richmond and had fled in order to keep her boyfriend safe. Kevin resisted the urge to tell them to turn around, go home, accept whatever was required to live within Richmond's boundaries. Now they were just another pair of ragged survivors, clutching at the slim hope that Kevin's team could slip them under the wire, fashion the myth of a new ID, and help them forge a new life in Charlotte Township. That was why Kevin risked his life working with the underground railroad. For people like Carla.
  Far in the distance a lamp glowed and disappeared, then a second time. Kevin turned to Carla and said, "Wait here for me. Watch for my signal. When you move, keep low and keep silent. Pass it down the line."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Kevin decided he had no trouble with waiting. He liked them both, and liked even more how their concern for these others dominated their lives. "So the lights going out and the truck not starting..."
  Kevin stared out over the crew, thinking that such traits as these would not be readily surrendered by Hollis or the mayor. "Are we safe here for the night?"
  Pablo pointed to a man with a scraggly beard, snoring softly by the nearest tree. "Forrest will know."
  Pablo shook his head. "I'm just a sergeant. I'm good at what I do. That's not just my rank, it's who I am. I don't have the vision to play officer. Or the smarts."
  Kevin was about to say that he was not the man for the job. That Caleb was the one born to lead, and this conversation solidified their need to head south. But all of that could wait until Pablo and Carla had some much-needed rest. Instead, he asked, "Can you locate someone who's trying to stay hidden?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Instead, he asked, "Can you locate someone who's trying to stay hidden?". He liked them both, and liked even more how their concern for these others dominated their lives. "So the lights going out and the truck not starting..."
  Kevin stared out over the crew, thinking that such traits as these would not be readily surrendered by Hollis or the mayor. "Are we safe here for the night?"
  Pablo pointed to a man with a scraggly beard, snoring softly by the nearest tree. "Forrest will know."
  Pablo shook his head. "I'm just a sergeant. I'm good at what I do. That's not just my rank, it's who I am. I don't have the vision to play officer. Or the smarts."
  Kevin was about to say that he was not the man for the job. That Caleb was the one born to lead, and this conversation solidified their need to head south. But all of that could wait until Pablo and Carla had some much-needed rest.Kevin decided he had no trouble with waiting.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs? End with the sentence ' "Have a nice day," he said.'.
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conversations.value: Their neighbor spoke to the two movers in a language that didn't actually sound like he was talking. More like he sang the words. And they responded the same way. How three big guys could sing and sound tough at the same time, Sean had no idea. But they did.
  Then they saluted. Like Roman soldiers in the old movies. Fist to chest. Another little chant. Then the movers got in the U-Haul and drove away.
  The guy then turned and stared at them. Which was when Sean realized there was something mildly weird about two teenage kids standing in the street, gawking at this guy like they were looking through a cage at the zoo. For once, Sean's nimble mind came up with nada. He just stood there. The intensity of that man's look froze Sean's brain.
  Their neighbor said, "So. You must be the twins. Kirrel, correct?" He waved his good hand at the front door. "Want to come inside for a cup of tea?"
  Sean probably would have stood there all night if his brother had not snagged his arm and pulled him away. "Have a nice day," he said.