conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Salvation of a Saint'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Salvation of a Saint
  The smile faded from Sasaoka's amiable face. "Yes... I was her editor, in fact. She had real talent. What a loss."
  Sasaoka nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ms. Tsukui could take the most familiar characters and make them sparkle. We all miss her."
  Junko Tsukui's family home had been in Hiroshima. Kusanagi had spoken with her mother over the phone. When the young woman died of a sleeping pill overdose, she had left three letters behind, each addressed to someone she knew professionally.
  Tsukui also mailed a letter to her mother just before killing herself. When her mother read it, she immediately phoned her daughter, and when she couldn't reach her, she told the police. A local squad rushed to the apartment, where they found the body.
  Junko hadn't written about her reasons for committing suicide in her letter to her mother. Instead, she had thanked her mother for giving birth to and raising her, and she apologized for throwing away the life she had received.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He reached out a leaden arm to answer the phone, still ringing loudly on the tabletop. It was Utsumi.
  The Ikai Law Offices, a five-minute walk from Ebisu station, occupied the entire fourth floor of a six-story building. A receptionist in her early twenties wearing a gray suit greeted Kusanagi when he arrived. She showed him into a meeting room—a small side office, with a little table and some folding chairs. Kusanagi spotted several other similar offices along the same hall. Presumably Ikai employed several lawyers at his firm.
  Which is how he was able to spend so much time helping run Yoshitaka Mashiba's company, Kusanagi mused.
  More than fifteen minutes passed before Ikai showed up. He said hello without bothering to offer an apology.
  Ikai chuckled dryly. "I'm not here to needle you for information. I haven't got the time. Now that Mashiba's place seems to have settled down finally, all I'm interested in is getting the case closed as quickly as possible. So why did you want to see me? As is no doubt quite clear to you by now, I'm not an expert on Mashiba's private life." He glanced at his watch.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The physicist's expression froze for a moment. Then he slowly shook his head. "That... is a contradiction. I don't understand."
  Cover photographs: cityscape by J. Henning Buchholz/Shutterstock; woman by Rubberball Productions/Getty Images