conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  When she pushed me in the hallway, it was never by any dangerous stairs or corners, but in places where I’d be safe if I fell. Even with my textbook, she didn’t throw it away or tear it—she just hid it. Of course, this was probably modern Japanese sensibilities at work, but I was in a world those sensibilities had made, and I was indeed being bullied. I wasn’t trying to make excuses for my perpetrator—it just really, truly, made me happy to be Claire’s target. “How do you think she’ll come at me tomorrow?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I have no idea.” I was thoroughly enjoying my life in this new world.
conversations.prefix: Rae: