conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Okanese, Nobody, Cries with the genre: Politics & Social Sciences, Social Sciences?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Nobody Cries At Bingo'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Nobody Cries At Bingo
  I WAS BORN IN A SMALL SASKATCHEWAN TOWN called Balcarres. The town had given itself the nickname, the "Pride of the Prairies," which is a pretty bold statement for a community that boasts more boarded up stores and businesses than regular ones.
  Shortly after my debut, I was relocated to the Okanese reserve via a ride in our grandparents' car. Okanese is Cree for Rosebud.
  We lived on the Okanese reserve in our green house on the hill with our mom and, sometimes, our dad, until our parents broke up for the 6,945th time. As they say, the 6,945th time is always the charm and Mom really committed herself to this breakup. She packed up our belongings in black garbage bags and moved me and my three siblings — my older sister Tabitha, my younger sister Celeste, and my younger brother David — six hours away from our home to The Pas, Manitoba.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about armpit, called.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Nobody Cries At Bingo
  I WAS BORN IN A SMALL SASKATCHEWAN TOWN called Balcarres. The town had given itself the nickname, the "Pride of the Prairies," which is a pretty bold statement for a community that boasts more boarded up stores and businesses than regular ones. 
  Shortly after my debut, I was relocated to the Okanese reserve via a ride in our grandparents' car. Okanese is Cree for Rosebud. The reserve doesn't really have a nickname although many people have called it the "armpit of the universe," usually after they lost an election. 
  We lived on the Okanese reserve in our green house on the hill with our mom and, sometimes, our dad, until our parents broke up for the 6,945th time. As they say, the 6,945th time is always the charm and Mom really committed herself to this breakup. She packed up our belongings in black garbage bags and moved me and my three siblings — my older sister Tabitha, my younger sister Celeste, and my younger brother David — six hours away from our home to The Pas, Manitoba.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Each month meant a month closer to being rid of Miss Gramiak. The year had not made her any nicer but we had learned to cope better. For instance, twice a week a teacher's aide was in the classroom. We would cling to her like kittens and climb onto her lap. "I've never seen kids be so affectionate. Especially children who are so... old." We needed all the love we could get to balance out Miss Gramiak.
  Miss Gramiak would keep the same dead smile on her face. "Oh my grade threes, what am I going to do with you?"
  The principal, Mr. Macdonald, visited the class on a regular basis. When he first started coming around, I had hoped to slip him a note asking for his help. I lost faith in him when I saw how his cheeks turned red whenever Miss Gramiak smiled at him. Instead, we learned to keep him in the classroom by asking him questions about his job: Do you ever have to spank kids? Do you enjoy it? What if a teacher is bad? Do you have to spank her?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Instead, we learned to keep him in the classroom by asking him questions about his job: Do you ever have to spank kids? Do you enjoy it? What if a teacher is bad? Do you have to spank her? The year had not made her any nicer but we had learned to cope better. For instance, twice a week a teacher's aide was in the classroom. We would cling to her like kittens and climb onto her lap. "I've never seen kids be so affectionate. Especially children who are so... old." We needed all the love we could get to balance out Miss Gramiak.
  Miss Gramiak would keep the same dead smile on her face. "Oh my grade threes, what am I going to do with you?"
  The principal, Mr. Macdonald, visited the class on a regular basis. When he first started coming around, I had hoped to slip him a note asking for his help. I lost faith in him when I saw how his cheeks turned red whenever Miss Gramiak smiled at him.Each month meant a month closer to being rid of Miss Gramiak.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I stood by my earlier decision to like the woman. Yes, she had accused my sister of a terrible crime, but it was the reserve that had chosen to take her seriously. They were just as guilty as she was. Besides, I admired her creativity — she could have accused my sister of anything — she chose witchcraft. That took imagination and balls.
  Mom and I scratched our heads. There had been no outcome as far as we knew. Other than the devil being identified as a real being, no other conclusive statements had been made, I explained.
  We called the band office the next day. Councillor Bear informed us that Pam was indeed banned. Forever.
  As for the Love 69 tattoo, Mom paid to have it changed to a blue orchid that wound its way down her shoulder. It still looks trashy but doesn't have the same demonic connotations in her mind.
  I graduated from law school but never practiced. And despite what my mom thinks, I came to this decision of my own free will, and was not influenced by Edna's "evil eye," "bad medicine," or "ancient Indian curse", although, I would like to speak to her about a recurring rash of warts.