conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’m home, Miss Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Claire François:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Welcome back, dear. Would you like to cook dinner? Would you like to prepare a bath? Or…” I welcomed Rae home like I often did…but that day, she was not alone.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “…Claire. What is the meaning of this?”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “F-Father? !” My father, Dole, was with her. They had run into one another on their way home, so he decided to drop by and say hello. I screamed out of sheer embarrassment, ran to the bedroom, and changed. From that day onward I never brought out the “naked apron” again. Incidentally, Rae was so shocked that I stopped doing the “naked apron” that she tried doing it for me instead, one day. By coincidence, I happened to have brought Misha home as a guest that day.
conversations.prefix: Claire François:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “…Disgusting.” Misha looked at Rae with a gaze as cold as ice.
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I had a feeling this memory would keep Rae up at night for a very, very long time.
conversations.prefix: Claire François: