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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'Footprints Under the Window'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Footprints Under the Window
  Blond, seventeen-year-old Joe Hardy, at the convertible's wheel, had stopped for a red light. His brother, dark-haired and a year older, peered out at Bayport's sprawling photographic plant.
  The traffic light showed green and the Hardys' car moved past the block-long complex of buildings. Three uniformed guards were inspecting a departing Corporated Laundries truck at the gate.
  Frank whistled. "Micro-Eye must be working on something that's top secret," he said. "I wonder if Dad knew about it before he left—" Frank broke off as the boys approached the rear of the main plant. A man was crouched on the outside of the fence. He was trying to cut through it with a pair of powerful shears!
  Joe instantly braked. Even before the car screeched to a halt alongside the curb, Frank had opened his door. He jumped out and sped toward the crouching figure. Joe swiftly followed.
  Startled, the broad-nosed, stockily built man whirled to his feet, then glanced quickly back at the alerted guards. The next instant he hurled the shears directly at Frank.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Joe shook his head. "I can't see a kink in this whole setup," he remarked as they entered the design and drafting section. "This place is as tight as a drum!"
  At the end of the room a security captain and two guards had just seized a slender man in overalls. Draftsmen gaped in astonishment and the Hardys rushed to the scene. The technician was protesting violently.
  Grim-faced, one of the guards snapped, "I just found this in your work jacket, Pryce! You'll have some explaining to do."
  The Hardys looked on tensely. Each had the same thought. Had the film they had found come from this odd-looking camera in the employee's jacket? Was he in league with the spies?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence '"'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Soon afterward, a large jubilant group sat in the Hardy living room, awaiting lunch. Aunt Gertrude was spellbound by the whole story.
  Mr. Dykeman arose from a chair. "Fenton," he said warmly, "words can't express what you, your sons, and Chet Morton have done for our government."
  The boys beamed, then Joe remarked, "The great 'liberator,' Orrin North, is out of business for good, I guess."
  Dykeman reported that the smoke bombs had caused little damage to Micro-Eye and no one had been injured. "But the confusion did allow the phony guard Raker to take the camera—supposedly to safety, then to knock out two plant guards before he put the camera in the truck.
  Chet was still puzzled by the theft of Iola's shopping bag. "I can explain that," Mr. Dykeman said. "When your dry cleaning was left at Corporated Laundries, Bedoya's spies mistakenly sewed the film into your clothing. They confused Morton for Martin, so Valdez had to get them back."