conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Gothic, e.g, Amanda with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Finding Laura'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Finding Laura
  Nell walked over to buy herself a paper and returned to stand beside her Jeep as she quickly scanned the three thin sections'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Finding Laura
  Nell walked over to buy herself a paper and returned to stand beside her Jeep as she quickly scanned the three thin sections. She found it where she expected to find it, among the obituaries.
  There was more, of course. A long list of accomplishments for the relatively young man, local and state honors, business accolades. He had been very successful, George Caldwell, and unusually well-liked for a man in his position.
  She refolded the newspaper methodically and tucked it under her arm as she turned to face him. It was easy to keep her expression unrevealing, her voice steady. She'd had a lot of practice—and this was one meeting she had been ready for.
  Standing no more than an arm's length away, Max Tanner looked at her, she decided, rather the way he'd look at something distasteful he discovered on the bottom of his shoe. Hardly surprising, she supposed.
  Nell shrugged, keeping the gesture casual. "I imagine you can guess. The will's finally through probate, so there's a lot I have to do. Go through things, clear out the house, arrange to sell it. If that's what I end up doing, of course."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He laughed shortly. "Yeah? Why would you want to? What could there possibly be in this pissant little town to interest you?"
  Nell had learned patience in those dozen years, and caution. So all she said in response to that harsh question was a mild "Maybe nothing. We'll see."
  Max drew a breath and shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, gazing off toward the center of town as if the bake sale going on there fascinated him.
  While he was deciding what to say next, Nell studied him. He hadn't changed much, she thought. Older, of course. Physically more powerful now in his mid-thirties; he probably still ran, still practiced the martial arts that had been a lifelong interest. In addition, of course, to the daily physical labors of a cattle rancher. Whatever he was doing, it was certainly keeping him in excellent shape.
  His lean face was a bit more lived-in than it had been, but just as with so many really good-looking men, the almost-too-pretty features of youth were maturing with age into genuine and striking male beauty—beauty that was hardly spoiled at all by the thin, grim line of his mouth. The passage of the years had barely marked that face in any negative way. There might have been a few threads of silver in the dark hair at his temples, and she didn't remember the laugh lines at the corners of his heavy-lidded brown eyes....
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Nell glanced at Max, who was frowning slightly but didn't offer a comment, then looked back at Shelby. "It does sound a little strange, but I'm sure the sheriff knows his job, Shelby. You always did fret too much."
  Shelby shook her head but laughed as well. "Yeah, I guess I did at that. Oh, hell—is that the time? I've gotta go, I'm late. Listen, Nell, I really want to catch up—can I give you a call in a day or two, after you've settled in? We can have lunch or something."
  Nell knew her best bet would be to get in her car and just leave, but she heard herself saying slowly, "These murders do sound pretty unusual. And to go unsolved for so long... Doesn't the sheriff have at least a few suspects?"
  Nell gazed after him until he disappeared around the next corner. Then she looked at the busy little town that seemed oblivious to the storm clouds moving in and, half under her breath, murmured, "Welcome home, Nell. Welcome home."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". "It does sound a little strange, but I'm sure the sheriff knows his job, Shelby. You always did fret too much."
  Shelby shook her head but laughed as well. "Yeah, I guess I did at that. Oh, hell—is that the time? I've gotta go, I'm late. Listen, Nell, I really want to catch up—can I give you a call in a day or two, after you've settled in? We can have lunch or something."
  Nell knew her best bet would be to get in her car and just leave, but she heard herself saying slowly, "These murders do sound pretty unusual. And to go unsolved for so long... Doesn't the sheriff have at least a few suspects?"
  Nell gazed after him until he disappeared around the next corner. Then she looked at the busy little town that seemed oblivious to the storm clouds moving in and, half under her breath, murmured, "Welcome home, Nell. Welcome home.Nell glanced at Max, who was frowning slightly but didn't offer a comment, then looked back at Shelby.