conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Buzz Kill about Michigan, Point, Northwestern with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Humor & Satire.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author launched his writing career with, The Point, a seasonal Northwestern Michigan newspaper with 125 unpaid subscribers. Despite earnest pleas from his devoted fans to quit writing, William wrote Buzz Kill. A former long-time resident of Charlotte, North Carolina, he lives in Maine and Michigan with his wife, Jen, and three badly behaved dogs.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Buzz Kill
  Ryan sat up and checked the old Winnie-the-Pooh clock on my nightstand. "And aren't you supposed to be at work? Why are you even here?"
  I'd finally come clean about going to the formal, if only because by Monday word would be all around school about how the ultimate-outsider quarterback had finally deigned to attend a school function—with Millie Ostermeyer, who'd teetered around on too-big shoes and worn a scarf as a belt.
  How could I get butterflies again just thinking about how it had felt when Chase had first pulled me to him, and how I'd never wanted to be so close to another human being in my life, and had almost blurted out "I love you."
  Or maybe it wasn't, because a few moments later, my father rapped on the door to my room and poked his head in. "Millie? Chase is downstairs. He's returning your—Isabel's—shoes." That clearly displeased him, but he was being uncharacteristically cool about my coming home a mess, without part of my outfit. "He'd like to talk to you."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Although I would never argue with that, I shrugged. "It's like Schopenhauer said, 'Life is short, questionable and evanescent.' In other words, stuff happens. To everybody."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Jake Zinn, who lived on a farm near my family's place, was struggling with his new locker combination. Frowning at a scrap of paper in his hand, he spun the lock and rattled the handle. An obviously brand-new white T-shirt made his summer tan look especially deep. The sleeves hugged tight around bulging biceps.
  Mindy chimed in, preventing an awkward silence. "Looks like they gave you the wrong combination," she noted, nodding at Jake's still-closed locker. "Did you try kicking it?"
  Jake looked a little disappointed. "Oh. Well, I guess I'll have to catch up with you around school, then."
  The gleam in Mindy's eyes told me she knew I wasn't being completely honest. "This is going to be a very interesting year," she predicted.
  I rubbed the back of my neck. Maybe I would tell Mindy the story later. Or maybe the whole thing would just blow over and I'd never even think about the guy again.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Or maybe the whole thing would just blow over and I'd never even think about the guy again.. Maybe I would tell Mindy the story later.
  I rubbed the back of my neck. "This is going to be a very interesting year," she predicted."
  The gleam in Mindy's eyes told me she knew I wasn't being completely honest. Well, I guess I'll have to catch up with you around school, then. "Oh. "Did you try kicking it?"
  Jake looked a little disappointed. "Looks like they gave you the wrong combination," she noted, nodding at Jake's still-closed locker.
  Mindy chimed in, preventing an awkward silence. The sleeves hugged tight around bulging biceps. An obviously brand-new white T-shirt made his summer tan look especially deep. Frowning at a scrap of paper in his hand, he spun the lock and rattled the handle.Jake Zinn, who lived on a farm near my family's place, was struggling with his new locker combination