conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Shanghai, strong><a, Amazon with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'What We Were Promised'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first paragraph for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: What We Were Promised
  It wasn't the plane Lina feared, but the sky above the airfield. Acres of space unbroken by trees or buildings made Lina nervous. They made her feel as though she would float away.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The windows on the property were curtained off with peach-and-tan-colored cloth. Through the side door, all they could see was the faint outline of a kitchen. The walls were thin; Lina heard low voices and the scraping of chairs coming from another room. Qiang stepped forward to knock and then back again to stand next to Lina. There was a swish of a curtain to their right, and a moment later, the door opened. Standing in front of them was a boy who looked not much older than the two of them. He glanced at Lina first, then at Qiang.
  The kitchen was empty of people but filled with garbage. The hearth was littered with dishes and glass bottles, the floor with vegetable peels. At first, Lina thought she spotted maggots, but when she looked more closely, she found they were only cigarette butts.
  They followed the other boy down a hallway, approaching the sounds of voices. The room they eventually entered was lowly lit. Four men sat at a card table, and the boy who had let them in perched on a couch nearby. A few others were standing around chatting, but they all stopped talking when Qiang and Lina walked in.
  Qiang blinked. "I know Jian Hua is a good guy. The problem is, my friend has no reason to trust that Jian Hua is a good guy."
  The man with the long hair spoke up. "I don't know why it's got to be so complicated. Who cares if the girl stays?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Who cares if the girl stays?". "I don't know why it's got to be so complicated."
  The man with the long hair spoke up. The problem is, my friend has no reason to trust that Jian Hua is a good guy. "I know Jian Hua is a good guy.
  Qiang blinked. A few others were standing around chatting, but they all stopped talking when Qiang and Lina walked in. Four men sat at a card table, and the boy who had let them in perched on a couch nearby. The room they eventually entered was lowly lit.
  They followed the other boy down a hallway, approaching the sounds of voices. At first, Lina thought she spotted maggots, but when she looked more closely, she found they were only cigarette butts. The hearth was littered with dishes and glass bottles, the floor with vegetable peels.
  The kitchen was empty of people but filled with garbage. He glanced at Lina first, then at Qiang. Standing in front of them was a boy who looked not much older than the two of them. There was a swish of a curtain to their right, and a moment later, the door opened. Qiang stepped forward to knock and then back again to stand next to Lina. The walls were thin; Lina heard low voices and the scraping of chairs coming from another room. Through the side door, all they could see was the faint outline of a kitchen.The windows on the property were curtained off with peach-and-tan-colored cloth
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My agent, Rebecca Gradinger, shaped this story enormously by finding me when she did and asking just the right questions. I am lucky to have such a thorough, wise reader and strong advocate. Luckier still that she comes backed by a group of smart women: Melissa Chinchillo, Grainne Fox, and Veronica Goldstein at Fletcher & Company.
  To Stephen Hogsten—for following me on this journey, for your love and infinite faith, I am humbled and deeply grateful. No one packs the contents of two apartments into a hatchback quite like you do.