conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about African, American, Justyce with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Dear Martin'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first paragraph for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dear Martin
  SJ: Now erase the two backgrounds. We'll keep it simple and say GPA-wise, you have a four-point-oh and he has a three-point-six. Test scores, you got a fifteen-eighty, right? Well, this guy got an eleven-twenty. Based on GPA and scores only, which one of you is more likely to get into a good college?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The three descend into silence as silverware clinks and scrapes against bone china and beverages slowly disappear from glasses. Justyce is thankful for the lack of conversation; Manny's absence makes it almost impossible to breathe, let alone talk.
  Once they finish, Mr. Julian clears his throat. "So, Justyce, we invited you here tonight for a few reasons," he begins.
  Dr. Rivers nods. "It's not a conviction, of course. But it's a start. Just a relief to know what happened is being treated as a crime."
  She nods. "Well, if you're willing, Quan would like to see you. You've been added to his visitation list."
  For a minute, no one speaks. Jus can feel Mr. Julian's gaze, but there's no way he can look at him. He's what Manny would've looked like if he'd gotten the chance to get older.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There's already someone standing over Manny's grave as Justyce approaches. Part of him wants to turn around, go sit in his car until the person leaves—but he knows that's not what Manny would want him to do.
  They settle into a comfortable silence, both staring at the headstone. A cool wind blows around them, and it's like Jus can feel the EJR on his watchband pressing into the skin of his once-swollen wrist.
  It goes without saying that a lot of time and effort and energy went into this project. My list of thanks to those most directly involved:
  Stone lives in Atlanta with her husband and two sons. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram at @getnicced or on her website at nicstone.info.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Part of him wants to turn around, go sit in his car until the person leaves—but he knows that's not what Manny would want him to do.
  They settle into a comfortable silence, both staring at the headstone. A cool wind blows around them, and it's like Jus can feel the EJR on his watchband pressing into the skin of his once-swollen wrist.
  It goes without saying that a lot of time and effort and energy went into this project. My list of thanks to those most directly involved:
  Stone lives in Atlanta with her husband and two sons. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram at @getnicced or on her website at nicstone.info.