conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Lima, Nate, Hailey with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'First There Was Forever'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: First There Was Forever
  Hailey and I were sitting on the beach behind my house in Malibu, on the smooth, damp sand by the edge of the water. The Pacific Ocean stretched out before us. Tiny, razor-sharp shards of light sparkled across its surface like glitter. A wave nipped at our bare feet and Hailey squealed.
  Hailey, my best friend in the world, had lost her virginity the day before to a guy she met at a barbecue while she was visiting her dad in San Diego. She called from the bathroom immediately after it happened to tell me. But now her story was strangely empty, colorless. Usually, Hailey was an amazing storyteller.
  Hailey had been in love with Nate Reed since the fifth grade. She wasn't discouraged by the fact that he had never liked her back.
  I stared out at the ocean and tried to imagine that I could actually see the curve of the earth a thousand miles away. In a few days, tenth grade would start and summer would be officially over. It had been perfect. Peaceful, long, and lazy. All I did was hang out with Hailey, work on my garden, listen to music, and cook elaborate meals for me and Mom and Dad. The three of us ate on the back deck with the waxy beach air wrapping itself around us like blankets almost every single night. Once school started, everything would change. I wouldn't have time to go to the farmers' market and pick out strange fruits to turn into pie fillings or jams. I wouldn't be able to lie in bed with Hailey all day, having old movie marathons and eating candy.
  I turned to Hailey. In the sunless, natural light, I could see every detail of her skin—even the grayish layer of concealer she had smeared under her hazel eyes and the goose bumps that rose up on her thighs like Braille. I couldn't believe she wasn't a virgin anymore. Even if she didn't think it was a big deal, I did.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: First There Was Forever
  Hailey and I were sitting on the beach behind my house in Malibu, on the smooth, damp sand by the edge of the water. The Pacific Ocean stretched out before us. Tiny, razor-sharp shards of light sparkled across its surface like glitter. A wave nipped at our bare feet and Hailey squealed.
  Hailey, my best friend in the world, had lost her virginity the day before to a guy she met at a barbecue while she was visiting her dad in San Diego. She called from the bathroom immediately after it happened to tell me. But now her story was strangely empty, colorless. Usually, Hailey was an amazing storyteller.
  Hailey had been in love with Nate Reed since the fifth grade. She wasn't discouraged by the fact that he had never liked her back.
  I stared out at the ocean and tried to imagine that I could actually see the curve of the earth a thousand miles away. In a few days, tenth grade would start and summer would be officially over. It had been perfect. Peaceful, long, and lazy. All I did was hang out with Hailey, work on my garden, listen to music, and cook elaborate meals for me and Mom and Dad. The three of us ate on the back deck with the waxy beach air wrapping itself around us like blankets almost every single night. Once school started, everything would change. I wouldn't have time to go to the farmers' market and pick out strange fruits to turn into pie fillings or jams. I wouldn't be able to lie in bed with Hailey all day, having old movie marathons and eating candy.
  I turned to Hailey. In the sunless, natural light, I could see every detail of her skin—even the grayish layer of concealer she had smeared under her hazel eyes and the goose bumps that rose up on her thighs like Braille. I couldn't believe she wasn't a virgin anymore.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After our talk, we went downstairs, and I told Hailey what she could do to help me with my cake. I watched her back while she made the whipped cream. Everything was so twisted between us now. My feelings formed an intricate map of anger and guilt and sympathy. There were scars where she had treaded so carelessly across our friendship. Even with a big Hailey-style, bottom-of-the-heart apology, I wasn't sure if the damage would heal.
  That Wednesday on the bus to Clean the Bay, I sat down in the front seat across from Leo. If Hailey wanted to sit in the back and hunt for Nate, she could do it alone. I was done helping her get his attention.
  Nate climbed onto the bus and I kept my eyes glued to Hailey's, using all of my willpower not to look at him. Ignoring him was torture. I hadn't seen him since Friday night, and all I wanted to do was smile at him or make eye contact or do something to acknowledge him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Thank you to my two very first readers, Lauren Strasnick and Michael Leviton. Your notes gave me the tools and the confidence to keep working. To my friend readers: Caitlin, Jordan, Lauren, Lily, and Sara. Also, Emily Parliman, Susan Chumsky, and SCBWI. And to Tula for teaching me to paint (and see).
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: And to Tula for teaching me to paint (and see).. Also, Emily Parliman, Susan Chumsky, and SCBWI. To my friend readers: Caitlin, Jordan, Lauren, Lily, and Sara. Your notes gave me the tools and the confidence to keep working.Thank you to my two very first readers, Lauren Strasnick and Michael Leviton