conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Love's Unfolding Dream'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Love's Unfolding Dream
  Amy Jo came next. Her gift was not as carefully wrapped, but the colorful paper was festive. Marty began to unwrap the present, noticing that her hands trembled from excitement.
  She lifted away the paper and found herself looking straight into the eyes of Melissa—from Amy Jo's first attempt at a portrait. There really was a likeness, and though Amy Jo's art would need years of polishing and perfecting, Marty was amazed that the girl had done so well. "Oh my, Amy Jo! You did good—real good on this picture," Marty exclaimed, and other family members began to crowd around to see Amy Jo's art. There were many congratulations and enthusiastic comments, and Amy Jo beamed her pleasure.
  When the excitement died down, Belinda pressed forward. She handed Marty a small package. "Remember the lace collar ya saw and liked?" she murmured. "Well, I couldn't afford to buy it, but I found a pattern almost like it, an' I crocheted ya one myself.It's not as nice but—"
  Marty slipped the lace collar out of the paper. Belinda had done a beautiful job. Marty traced the delicate floral pattern with a tip of her finger.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A flock of Canada geese passed overhead, calling out their forlorn cries. Clark and Drew both looked skyward.
  Drew sucked in his breath. If he went now he might never find the courage to talk to Mr. Davis again.
  Clark broke a small twig and cast it into the spring water. The current swirled it around a few times and then carried it off downstream.
  He looked at Clark evenly. "I happen to know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't take kindly to losing a leg, either," Drew said.
  Drew felt himself go weak as Clark told the story simply, without drama. He could picture too well the scenes that Clark briefly described.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Clark and Drew both looked skyward.
  Drew sucked in his breath. If he went now he might never find the courage to talk to Mr. Davis again.
  Clark broke a small twig and cast it into the spring water. The current swirled it around a few times and then carried it off downstream.
  He looked at Clark evenly. "I happen to know myself well enough to know that I wouldn't take kindly to losing a leg, either," Drew said.
  Drew felt himself go weak as Clark told the story simply, without drama. He could picture too well the scenes that Clark briefly described.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Drew led Copper to the road and Belinda followed'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Drew led Copper to the road and Belinda followed. He handed her the reins as she went to mount. Belinda guessed he wanted to have his hand free so he could help her.
  She hadn't realized he was standing so close. She hadn't realized just how compelling his dark eyes were. They held hers as he stepped even closer. His hand went out to rest on her waist, and he drew her slightly nearer. Then he bent his head and kissed her firmly, yet gently.
  It took Belinda's breath away. She had never dreamed it would be like that. So sweet, so tender. Her first kiss.