conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Sawyer, Kevin, Library with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Truly, Madly, Deadly'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Truly, Madly, Deadly
  To my mother, who probably doesn't know that the fact that she went after her dream gave me the courage to go after my own.
  The words rose and fell on the soft pile carpet, and Sawyer wondered whether she should brush the small ball of fuzz from Kevin's earlobe. It stuck there, stark and white against the dark navy blue of his suit.
  Sawyer knew she should say something comforting, something warm and thoughtful, but all she could focus on was that little bit of fuzz on Kevin's left ear.
  Sawyer had heard those words tumble over and over in her mind every minute for the past forty-eight hours. It was immediate, Kevin was drunk, he didn't stand a chance. She wasn't crying—couldn't anymore—as she stared down at Kevin. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, and his hands were gently crossed against his chest. Sawyer couldn't help but think from somewhere dark, somewhere deep inside of her, that at least he couldn't hurt her anymore.
  Sawyer felt Mr. Hanson, her Spanish teacher, lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. She shrunk away, the smell of lilies suddenly overwhelmingly cloying. "I'll be right back."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Sawyer grimaced but tried to hide it with a friendly smile. She nodded. "Yeah, I'm feeling way better. How about you?"
  Tara frowned. "I didn't see one. But the delivery kid asked for you specifically. He said, 'These are for Sawyer Dodd.'"
  Tara drained her water glass and shrugged. "Yeah, about your age, I guess. Why? Do you have a secret admirer?"
  Sawyer's eyes went wide, and Tara held up her hands then clapped one on her mouth. "Oh, Sawyer, I didn't mean—I mean, I know you and Kevin were together for a long time and—I was just being silly."
  Chloe waggled her eyebrows. "Two bunches? Ooh la la. Red is the color of love. And pink is appreciation."
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She nodded. "Yeah, I'm feeling way better. How about you?"
  Tara frowned. "I didn't see one. But the delivery kid asked for you specifically. He said, 'These are for Sawyer Dodd.'"
  Tara drained her water glass and shrugged. "Yeah, about your age, I guess. Why? Do you have a secret admirer?"
  Sawyer's eyes went wide, and Tara held up her hands then clapped one on her mouth. "Oh, Sawyer, I didn't mean—I mean, I know you and Kevin were together for a long time and—I was just being silly."
  Chloe waggled her eyebrows. "Two bunches? Ooh la la. Red is the color of love. And pink is appreciation."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Biggs pulled away, and Cooper, fully bandaged, came up on her shoulder. Sawyer felt the edges of her lips push up.
  Cooper looked away, an arm's length from Sawyer. He touched his bandage. "Does this make me look stupid?" he said with a slight smile.
  Sawyer nodded, grinning. "Stupid." She fell into him, feeling him hesitate for a beat before wrapping his arms tightly around her. "And sexy."
  Cooper squeezed Sawyer tighter, his heartbeat thumping against hers. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his fresh scent. He still smelled like detergent and soap, and despite the events of the evening, Sawyer was instantly at ease. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered to him.
  She fell into step beside him. Their fingers brushed and then laced, and then they were holding hands.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Their fingers brushed and then laced, and then they were holding hands..
  She fell into step beside him. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered to him. He still smelled like detergent and soap, and despite the events of the evening, Sawyer was instantly at ease. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his fresh scent."
  Cooper squeezed Sawyer tighter, his heartbeat thumping against hers. "And sexy." She fell into him, feeling him hesitate for a beat before wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Stupid.
  Sawyer nodded, grinning. "Does this make me look stupid?" he said with a slight smile. He touched his bandage.
  Cooper looked away, an arm's length from Sawyer. Sawyer felt the edges of her lips push up.Biggs pulled away, and Cooper, fully bandaged, came up on her shoulder