conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "DON’T JUST SIT THERE! Out with it already! What are your thoughts on my cooking?" When the young lady with golden curls spat those words at me, I didn’t really understand what was happening. She looked at me as if the very sight of my face infuriated her. I told myself to stay calm and assess the situation. Nothing good could come of panic. I was seated in an average-sized house—well, I say average, but it was really quite spacious compared to the house I’d grown up in. I was with the young lady with golden curls and two adorable little girls, all seated around a table. The problem: no one I could see, including the young lady, looked even remotely Japanese. Putting the young lady aside for the time being, I racked my memory to retrace the steps I’d taken to get here.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Ahh.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I remembered now. I’d been transported to this world resembling medieval Europe (with strange touches of Japanese influence), where I’d met her.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Well, I never! You’re back to using ‘Miss’ again! How many times have I told you to just call me ‘Claire’? !" That shrill voice was unmistakable. The girl with the golden curls was Claire François, a character in one of my favorite dating sims, Revolution. She was also my beloved wife.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s better,” Claire huffed. “I much prefer it when you’re not so formal—wait, you haven’t changed a thing!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Do you remember my name?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Whatever is the matter with you, Rae Taylor?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I was beginning to understand what had happened. On the table in front of me sat a plate piled high with food—if you could call it that. Based on the circumstances, my guess was I’d suffered something akin to an out-of-body experience after eating Claire’s cooking. My original name was Rei Ohashi, but Rae Taylor was the name I had in this world. As of this moment, I lived a life of domestic bliss with Claire and our sweet twin daughters, little May and Aleah.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yahoo!”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Wh-what? Are you feeling all right? And don’t use vulgar expressions like ‘yahoo.’ You’re setting a bad example for May and Aleah.” Claire began to spout complaints, but I paid her no mind. For a moment, I’d almost thought the past year had all been a dream—that meeting Claire, the bond we nurtured, the friends that supported us, the near-insurmountable wall known as revolution, and even the days of peace after it were all over. But it hadn’t been a dream.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What is it? And don’t you think it’s about time you dropped the ‘Miss’?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I like you.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh?” Claire looked puzzled.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, I love you.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Wh…wh-wh-what…? !” As my words sank in, Claire rapidly grew flustered. She was too cute. Undoubtedly, the person I loved most in this world.
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