conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Welcome home.” Mel ran up to Rae and gave her a warm hug. Her chest, which was voluptuous enough to make Rae doubt they were related at all, pressed up against Rae's face.
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I-I’m suffocating.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, sorry.”
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Might you be Rae’s older sister…?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh my, sister? You’re quite the flatterer, aren’t you?” Mel put her hand to her cheek, blushing, and swayed. “This is my…”
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’m Rae’s mother, you adorable thing.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Really?” Claire said. “Not your sibling, then?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Yes—this was my mother, Mel Taylor. She definitely didn’t look like she could possibly have a daughter my age. We were often mistaken for sisters.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Now, now. That’s enough flattery. Rae, are you going to introduce me to your friend?” My mother finally came back down to earth.
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This is Claire François. She is the only daughter of Dole François, Minister of Finance, and she is my employer.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Please, call me Claire. It’s very nice to meet you.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  My mother’s mouth was agape at this for a moment, but then she smiled and said, “Thank you for taking such good care of my daughter. I hope your relationship may continue.”
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Uh, Rae. What were you talking about before? Your mother is wonderful,” Claire whispered, accusingly.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Well, she may look harmless, but…”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, where is your jacket?”
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Huh?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, I’m sorry. I do that…” My mother said, holding Claire’s jacket.
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hey! What on earth? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “My mother has the bad habit of undressing people that she likes.”
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “So it was true? !” Claire grabbed her jacket from my mother and took a step back as if she was afraid for her safety. “I-I’m sorry. You just have such an ideal figure, I wanted to take your measurements…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And what does that have to do with undressing me? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “My mother acts on instinct. Apparently, she isn’t even consciously aware of what she’s doing until it’s done.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s not something you can do unconsciously!” Claire cried.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What’s all the commotion?” A giant of a man—over six feet tall—appeared.
conversations.prefix: Van:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, honey, Rae is home. And she brought the cutest girl with her,” my mother explained.
conversations.prefix: Mel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  My father turned his penetrating gaze to us.
conversations.prefix: Van:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’m home, Dad.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “N-nice to meet you.” I was used to him, but Claire looked a little frightened. As his daughter, I’d be the first to admit my dad had a scary face. But—
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It is most lovely to meet you, Miss Claire. My name is Van Taylor, and this is my clothing store. Thank you for taking such good care of my daughter,” my father said, showing her the utmost respect.
conversations.prefix: Van:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You know who I am?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You are the most famous young lady in this country after the royal family. Of course I know who you are.”
conversations.prefix: Van:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Is that so? Please, there’s no need to be so formal.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Dad, I was hoping to have Miss Claire stay here a few days. Is that all right?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Well, well, well. She is more than welcome.
conversations.prefix: Van: