conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Quarterly, Street, York with the genre: Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Books, Literature & Fiction
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Bob the Book'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bob the Book
  Angela thought of Luke. Though young, with a hard cover and a long future, Luke thought he was valued for the wrong reasons. "There are good points about erotica in my pages," he said, "but who'll ever read them? Who, while they're looking at the photos and wanking, would dream of the serious arguments underneath? All the stuff about desire and conformity: it's all real!" Alfred had not yet opened Luke, except, as Luke had said, to look at the pictures.
  Ron let out a deep breath. Angela saw him tense, trying to contain frustration. Ron pulled more at the front of his briefs. "Fuck!" he muttered. He pulled on the briefs, and he closed his eyes. "Oh yeah," he sighed, and suddenly smiled. Angela frowned. "Oh-oh-oh, yeah!" Ron said, and his teeth showed. His eyes popped open, he peeled off the briefs and stood naked and erect in the living room. He stroked himself and played with his nipples, as though he were onstage. He caressed his backside and his abdomen. "Fuck, yeah!" he hissed. He thrust his penis into both fists repeating, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
  Ron glanced around, as though eyes might be watching. He hopped over to Luke, threw him open and madly flipped pages.
  Ron had looked through Luke before, but never so frantically. Now, frustrated that he could not keep Luke open to a certain page, Ron abruptly broke his spine. Luke, Jerry, and Angela all screamed, Luke loudest of all, and Angela looked away.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bob could see in Duane's eyes: he knew. But he frowned and said, "What message? Look at you. Did someone die or something?"
  The message played. Before it ended, Duane was already laughing, but not looking at Alfred. "Oh dear!" he sighed, cutting the message off. "You were worried about that?"
  Duane followed. "Look, this is the kind of thing gay guys do! Some little thing on the side, some meaningless thing because you've got the urge. I thought we had a fabulous weekend, maybe I was wrong. Look, you're having a very funny reaction to all this, I hope you don't mind me telling you."
  Duane erased the message. "I thought we had a wonderful weekend," he called to the bedroom. "I know I did," he added.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bob could see in Duane's eyes: he knew. But he frowned and said, "What message? Look at you. Did someone die or something?"
  The message played. Before it ended, Duane was already laughing, but not looking at Alfred. "Oh dear!" he sighed, cutting the message off. "You were worried about that?"
  Duane followed. "Look, this is the kind of thing gay guys do! Some little thing on the side, some meaningless thing because you've got the urge. I thought we had a fabulous weekend, maybe I was wrong. Look, you're having a very funny reaction to all this, I hope you don't mind me telling you."
  Duane erased the message. "I thought we had a wonderful weekend," he called to the bedroom.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: For a moment there was no sound in the darkened living room. And then just behind him Bob heard Angela's crisp whisper, "Good show, lads! Good show!"
  Bob and Angela would say he should take this. And Jerry, wherever he was, would say so, too. Jerry knew you had to take love where you found it. That's what the two of them had done, once upon a time, so long ago and so far from here. Neil hoped Jerry, if he was alive, had found love, too. He thought he would weep if he thought of that one more second. Instead, he turned his gaze up at his tall, orange friend, gazing so warmly, so hopefully down at him.
  He thought maybe he had found home, at least for now. Rough but gentle, strange but familiar, as it always was.
  My parents read me and told me a great many stories, about everything from Mowgli to talking animals to the minutemen who defended my mother's hometown of Concord, Mass. At the Loomis Chaffee School, Rennie McQuilken, Brian Davidson, and Sam Pierson all encouraged me greatly.
  Andrew Farber guided the final dotting of i's and crossing of t's, Eva Mueller made me look much better than I really do, and Brandon Epting is just generally great about everything and so must be mentioned.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Andrew Farber guided the final dotting of i's and crossing of t's, Eva Mueller made me look much better than I really do, and Brandon Epting is just generally great about everything and so must be mentioned.. At the Loomis Chaffee School, Rennie McQuilken, Brian Davidson, and Sam Pierson all encouraged me greatly.
  My parents read me and told me a great many stories, about everything from Mowgli to talking animals to the minutemen who defended my mother's hometown of Concord, Mass. Rough but gentle, strange but familiar, as it always was.
  He thought maybe he had found home, at least for now. Instead, he turned his gaze up at his tall, orange friend, gazing so warmly, so hopefully down at him. He thought he would weep if he thought of that one more second. Neil hoped Jerry, if he was alive, had found love, too. That's what the two of them had done, once upon a time, so long ago and so far from here. Jerry knew you had to take love where you found it. And Jerry, wherever he was, would say so, too. And then just behind him Bob heard Angela's crisp whisper, "Good show, lads! Good show!"
  Bob and Angela would say he should take this.For a moment there was no sound in the darkened living room