conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Secret Place'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Secret Place
  Senior rooms hang over the whole of fourth year. Friendships go down in flames and tears because someone picks the wrong person to share with. All the boarders spend most of the year edging carefully round the choice, trying to find some way to navigate it undamaged.
  Selena gazes, lips parted, like Holly's asked her to fly a space shuttle. She says, "One of you guys."
  Nothing out of Selena; empty space, echoes. Becca has felt something in the air and taken out her earbuds.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Secret Place
  Senior rooms hang over the whole of fourth year. Friendships go down in flames and tears because someone picks the wrong person to share with. All the boarders spend most of the year edging carefully round the choice, trying to find some way to navigate it undamaged.
  Selena gazes, lips parted, like Holly's asked her to fly a space shuttle. She says, "One of you guys."
  Nothing out of Selena; empty space, echoes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Neither of them has been in an actual fight since they were tiny kids, but they're eye to eye, on their toes and boiling for it, hands twitching for something soft to gouge and twist. Julia is the one who finally drops back, gives Holly her shoulder and sinks against the wall.
  The immensity of it is coiled tight inside every word. Holly can't get a hold on her, amid the relentless buzz of both their circling secrets, can't catch at what Julia knows or guesses.
  Holly wishes, right down into deep parts of herself that she didn't know existed, that it were still that simple. "I guess," she says. "OK."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about It's, Julia, nothing.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Neither of them has been in an actual fight since they were tiny kids, but they're eye to eye, on their toes and boiling for it, hands twitching for something soft to gouge and twist. Julia is the one who finally drops back, gives Holly her shoulder and sinks against the wall. 
  The immensity of it is coiled tight inside every word. Holly can't get a hold on her, amid the relentless buzz of both their circling secrets, can't catch at what Julia knows or guesses. It's nothing like Julia to back down. 
  Holly wishes, right down into deep parts of herself that she didn't know existed, that it were still that simple. "I guess," she says. "OK. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The bus skids towards her stop. Holly waves good-bye to the hoodies—openmouthed and baffled, looking for an insult, too slow—and flies down the rocking stairs.
  Out on the street, the song is still going. It's fainter and tricky, flickering between traffic sounds and student-gang shouts, but she knows what to listen for now and she keeps hold of it. It spirals out in front of her like a fine golden thread, it leads her nimble and dancer-footed between rushing suits and lampposts and long-skirted beggarwomen, up the street towards Stephen.