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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Michael, green, red entitled Turtles All the Way Down.
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conversations.value: Turtles All the Way Down: In his "green reality" (where his son is alive and his wife is dead), Detective Michael Britten (Jason Isaacs) sits in a prison cell temporary for killing Detective Ed Hawkins (Kevin Weisman), who caused Michael\'s car accident.\nMeanwhile, his partner in the "green reality", Detective Isaiah "Bird" Freeman (Steve Harris) finds heroin that Hawkins, under orders from Captain Kessel (Mark Harelik), had placed in a self storage unit.\nMeanwhile, Captain Tricia Harper (Laura Innes) shoots Carl Kessel in a hotel room, making it look like a suicide to cover up her involvement in Michael\'s accident.\nMichael is freed from the cell and Kessel\'s body is found.\nMichael regains consciousness (after having passed out from a gunshot wound when Ed Hawkins was chasing after him) near a dumpster in the "red reality" (where his wife is alive and son is dead).\nThe still-alive Detective Hawkins takes Michael to his car, but Michael flees after attacking Hawkins and causes a car accident.\nMichael finds his therapist in the "red reality", dr John Lee (BD Wong), forces him to sew up the bullet wound, and takes him to the self-storage unit to show him the heroin stash.\nSeeing no heroin, Michael then locks Lee in the containment center and contacts his partner in the "red reality", detective Efrem Vega (Wilmer Valderrama).\nVega secretly takes Britten to his house but, upon returning to the police station, is convinced that Michael is unstable and allows Michael to be captured.\nMichael is first taken to the hospital to receive medical treatment and then goes to jail.\nHarper visits Michael in jail.\nWhen Michael notices the caller ID of an incoming call matching Kessel\'s hotel room pseudonym, he realizes Harper is part of the conspiracy and attempts to strangle her.\nLater, Michael is visited by himself from the "green reality" who leads him to the jail door.\nPast the door, Michael first witnesses Kessel\'s murder and Detective Vega, in a penguin suit, shows Harper\'s heel breaking in the process hinting that this can be used as hard evidence to place Harper at Kessel\'s murder.\nNext Michael briefly meets his wife, Hannah (Laura Allen) in a restaurant before he finds his "green reality" self sleeping in his bedroom.\nHe – his "red reality" self – lays down in bed as well and merges with his "green reality" self before waking up in said "green reality".\nIn Harper\'s office, Michael confronts her about her involvement in his accident, pulling out his gun to shoot her.\nHowever, he instead lets Bird and another detective arrest her.\nLater, dr Evans applauds Michael\'s apparent rejection of the "red reality" and, when Michael suggests his fantastic experiences may have simply been a dream of the "red reality," dr Evans warns him not to create a third reality.\nShe suddenly goes still.\nMichael, confused, goes through her office door and finds himself in his bedroom.\nHe goes downstairs and finds both his son, Rex (Dylan Minnette), and wife alive.\nConcerned about Michael\'s odd behavior, Hannah asks if he is okay.\nHe replies, "I\'m perfect," and closes his eyes.
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Turtles All the Way Down
  A moment later, his voice began playing over the speakers, repeating what he'd just said. "I could've just texted her," I said.
  I zipped up my hoodie and followed Davis outside. We walked in silence down one of the asphalt golf paths, past the pool, which was lit from inside the water, slowly changing colors from red to orange to yellow to green. The light cast an eerie glow up onto the windows of the terrarium that reminded me of pictures of the northern lights.
  We kept walking until we reached one of the oblong sand bunkers of the golf course. Davis lay down inside of it, his head resting on its grassy lip. I lay down next to him, our jackets touching without our skin touching. He pointed up at the sky and said, "So the light pollution is terrible, but the brightest star you see—there, see it?" I nodded. "That's not a star. That's Jupiter. But Jupiter is, like, depending on orbits and stuff, between three hundred sixty and six hundred seventy million miles away. Right now, it's around five hundred million miles, which is around forty-five light-minutes. You know what light-time is?"
  I heard him turn his head toward me and could feel him looking at me. I wondered why I wanted him to kiss me, and how to know why you want to be with someone, how to disentangle the messy knots of wanting. And I wondered why I was scared to turn my head toward him.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'We went back to watching the movie'.
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conversations.value: We went back to watching the movie. As it ended, she squeezed my arm and said, "I love you," then raced off to Mychal's place.
  Harold and I drove over to the Pickett compound. He's not much for cold weather, and it seemed to me I could hear something in his engine tightening up, but he held it together for me, that blessed car.
  The walk from the driveway to Davis's house was frigid, even in my winter coat and mittens. You never think much about weather when it's good, but once it gets cold enough to see your breath, you can't ignore it. The weather decides when you think about it, not the other way around.
  As I approached, the front door opened for me. Davis was sitting on the couch next to Noah, playing their usual starfighter video game. "Hi," I said.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: And I knew I would remember that feeling, underneath the split-up sky, back before the machinery of fate ground us into one thing or another, back when we could still be everything.
  I thought, lying there, that I might love him for the rest of my life. We did love each other—maybe we never said it, and maybe love was never something we were in, but it was something I felt. I loved him, and I thought, maybe I will never see him again, and I'll be stuck missing him, and isn't that so terrible.
  You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person, and why.
  Ariel Bissett, Meredith Danko, Hayley Hoover, Zulaiha Razak, and Tara Covais Varsov read drafts of this manuscript with great care and thoughtfulness. Joanna Cardenas provided invaluable insight and feedback.
  Lastly, Dr. Joellen Hosler and Dr. Sunil Patel have made my life immeasurably better by providing the kind of high-quality mental health care that unfortunately remains out of reach for too many. My family and I are grateful. If you need mental health services in the United States, please call the SAMHSA treatment referral helpline: 1-877- SAMHSA7. It can be a long and difficult road, but mental illness is treatable. There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn't.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Ilene, Cooper, Bill.
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conversations.value: And I knew I would remember that feeling, underneath the split-up sky, back before the machinery of fate ground us into one thing or another, back when we could still be everything. 
  I thought, lying there, that I might love him for the rest of my life. We did love each other—maybe we never said it, and maybe love was never something we were in, but it was something I felt. I loved him, and I thought, maybe I will never see him again, and I'll be stuck missing him, and isn't that so terrible. 
  You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person, and why. 
  Ariel Bissett, Meredith Danko, Hayley Hoover, Zulaiha Razak, and Tara Covais Varsov read drafts of this manuscript with great care and thoughtfulness. Joanna Cardenas provided invaluable insight and feedback. And for all kinds of help, thanks to Ilene Cooper, Bill Ott, Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Rainbow Rowell, Stan Muller, and Marlene Reeder. 
  Lastly, Dr. Joellen Hosler and Dr. Sunil Patel have made my life immeasurably better by providing the kind of high-quality mental health care that unfortunately remains out of reach for too many. My family and I are grateful. If you need mental health services in the United States, please call the SAMHSA treatment referral helpline: 1-877- SAMHSA7. It can be a long and difficult road, but mental illness is treatable. There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn't.