conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'Endless Love'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Endless Love
  I open my eyes and look around. It takes me a minute to realize where I am. I guess I must have fallen asleep on the floor after a while of crying while curled up in a ball.
  Ugh. I look at the clock, it's five in the morning and I have a feeling there's no point in going back to sleep.
  I sit up and look around for my phone. I see it on the floor, smashed into pieces. I pick up the biggest three, which includes most of the screen, and toss them into the trash. Dex is going to be upset that I broke the new phone he gave me.
  The only thing that makes me feel better about the phone is that I can't reread the texts that Logan sent me. I still can't believe it... it feels like a bad dream that I'm never going to wake up from.
  I do the only thing I can think of. I put on my bathing suit, wrap a towel around myself and head downstairs. I know the water is going to be brutally cold and I don't care.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He looks over my shoulder again, which is starting to get irritating and distracting. I turn and look to see what could possibly so interesting. Two paparazzi are standing next to the entrance of the club, one with a video camera resting on his shoulder and the other one has a camera with a massive zoom lens.
  The paparazzi start walking toward us as I turn around and suddenly I feel scared. I'm not sure why, I know it's not rational, but for some reason they are making me feel uncomfortable. I wonder if this is how Spencer feels every time he sees them?
  Spencer takes my hand in his and pulls me down the sidewalk. I would have resisted, normally, but the presence of the paparazzi has made me feel really uncomfortable and now all I want to do is get out of here.
  We hop in the car and Spencer is pulling away from the men just as I buckle my seatbelt. I look out the window and sigh as we drive by the club and I think about what could have been. I mean... it's not like I was going to marry the guy or anything, but it would have been nice to at least have a chance to talk to him and find out his name.
  I look over at Spencer just in time to see him flash me a dirty look before he turns his attention back to the road. Ugh. I'm so mad at him. I want to tell him how mean what he did was, but he's letting me sleep at his house and I don't want to risk that... I really have nowhere else to go.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He moves in for another kiss, but slides his mouth to my ear instead. Spencer wraps his arms around me as his warm breath falls on my neck.
  I smile as he kisses my neck. I don't know what my future holds, but I have a pretty good feeling that Mr. Thomas is going to have a pretty prominent role in it and I couldn't be happier.
  I live in beautiful Seattle, WA with my amazing, supportive husband and our two German Shepherds that truly believe it's all about them. I love the rain and it gives me plenty of time to read and write.