conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first paragraph for a book with the title 'By Hook or by Crook'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: By Hook or by Crook
  I didn't know filet crochet existed until Sue Meyer of the Lace Museum in Sunnyvale, California, pointed out a sample of it on the wall. It opened my eyes to all kinds of possibilities.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is three more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The strong coffee sent a nice jolt to my fuzzy brain. I took a few bites of the pastry and headed for the shower. At least I'd be clean and fresh even if I had to wear my clothes from the day before.
  I started to walk the other way. "I'm not leaving without talking to Delia. You heard what the caretaker said she said: There was something Mary Beth and that woman wanted to hide."
  I kept walking, but Dinah stood her ground. I heard her make an exasperated snort and mumble something about it not being her fault if I ended up in the Catalina pokey. A moment later she caught up with me.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A moment later she caught up with me.. I heard her make an exasperated snort and mumble something about it not being her fault if I ended up in the Catalina pokey."
  I kept walking, but Dinah stood her ground. You heard what the caretaker said she said: There was something Mary Beth and that woman wanted to hide. "I'm not leaving without talking to Delia.
  I started to walk the other way. At least I'd be clean and fresh even if I had to wear my clothes from the day before. I took a few bites of the pastry and headed for the shower.The strong coffee sent a nice jolt to my fuzzy brain
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The blanket will begin and end with color A. There will be 3 stripes of color B and 4 stripes of color A.
  Round 1: Change to size N hook and attach color B with right side facing, single crochet around the body, increasing at the corners; join to first single crochet with a slip stitch. Turn.
  Round 2: Chain 3 (counts as double crochet), skip first single crochet, double crochet in each single crochet around increasing at corners; join with a slip stitch to the top of the chain 3. Do not turn.
  Round 3: Chain 1, single crochet in each stitch around, increasing at corners; join to chain 1 with a slip stitch and fasten off. Finish off by weaving in yarn tails.
  Pour cooked noodles in a bowl and mix in butter pieces. In a separate bowl mix the sour cream and cottage cheese. Add the beaten eggs and mix until blended. Mix in vanilla and sugar. Mix in the apricot pieces. Combine mixture with the noodles. Pour into a greased 9-by-13-inch pan.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first three paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: By Hook or by Crook
  Sometimes Molly found herself wondering what it was about her that always seemed to land her hip deep in trouble. Most people would never know what it was like to have their future turn on the fall of the cards. They didn't get shot at, pushed from airships or tracked by bounty hunters. Some people lived their whole, long lives without once seeing a flesh-eater except for in the papers. But then those people had never been forced to scavenge through Reaper-infested territory just to make a living.
  Flynn hopped from the airship to land lightly on his feet and turned to extend his hand, as if he were a gentleman at a ball inviting her to dance. The dry wind ruffled his dark hair, and his eyes glittered with excitement.
  She accepted his hand so as not to hurt his feelings, but let go as soon as her boots hit the ground. Flynn locked the hatch—wouldn't do to come back and find out a Reaper had decided to make a den of the ship—and she looked around at the barren spot where they'd landed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: By Hook or by Crook
  Sometimes Molly found herself wondering what it was about her that always seemed to land her hip deep in trouble. Most people would never know what it was like to have their future turn on the fall of the cards. They didn't get shot at, pushed from airships or tracked by bounty hunters. Some people lived their whole, long lives without once seeing a flesh-eater except for in the papers. But then those people had never been forced to scavenge through Reaper-infested territory just to make a living.
  Flynn hopped from the airship to land lightly on his feet and turned to extend his hand, as if he were a gentleman at a ball inviting her to dance. The dry wind ruffled his dark hair, and his eyes glittered with excitement.
  She accepted his hand so as not to hurt his feelings, but let go as soon as her boots hit the ground.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is another paragraph?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Clara laughed, her dark eyes sparkling. "No. Cassius Stark left Eyrion the year before I was introduced into society. He's something of a legend, your husband. I've always been curious, of course, but I've never had the opportunity to meet him."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Clara laughed, her dark eyes sparkling. "No. Cassius Stark left Eyrion the year before I was introduced into society. He's something of a legend, your husband. I've always been curious, of course, but I've never had the opportunity to meet him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last paragraph?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He touched his mother's ring, glittering on her finger. This was real. It was happening. Molly was his, and she wasn't going to leave. She'd help him keep a leash on Stark. She'd guard his back even as he guarded hers. She'd share his bed, and together they could terrorize the mountains for a change. "We belong together, Mol. Never doubt it."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He touched his mother's ring, glittering on her finger. This was real. It was happening. Molly was his, and she wasn't going to leave. She'd help him keep a leash on Stark. She'd guard his back even as he guarded hers. She'd share his bed, and together they could terrorize the mountains for a change. "We belong together, Mol. Never doubt it.