conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I ask all clergy other than Cardinal Riche, Cardinal Yu, Lilly, and Misha to take their leave.”
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conversations.value:  The members of the clergy whispered to one another in confusion. “I’m sorry, did Her Holiness not make herself clear?” Riche’s sharp, sagacious voice ripped through the murmurs. She’d spoken softly when she summoned us the other day, but I thought this tone sounded much more authentic. But that was probably my bias talking.
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conversations.value:  At her urging, the clergy members vacated the area. After making sure all but those specified had left, Riche said, “Now then, let’s swap Her Holiness and Rae. Misha, the blind, if you will.”
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conversations.value:  “Certainly.” Misha lifted the bamboo blind, revealing the Pope’s small frame sitting on a modest white chair. She wore a white vestment embroidered with golden threads.
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conversations.value:  “Your Holiness, I beg your pardon, but may I ask you to leave your seat so we can begin exchanging clothes?”
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conversations.value:  “Understood.” The pope’s expression never flickered as she stood and slowly walked toward us.
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conversations.value:  At the risk of sounding narcissistic, I simply must make clear that the pope was bewitchingly beautiful. While we had the same face, she exuded an aura of mysticism I simply couldn’t match. There’s a fine line between the chilling and the divine, and her indifferent, emotionless visage wavered over it, but it landed, in the end, at divinity. Perhaps being the pope meant she had to maintain constant control of her expression? Such were my thoughts when I heard a thump. No one spoke. She tripped. The pope had tripped. And squarely on her face, at that. Unable to process what had just occurred, Claire and I stared, our mouths agape. The idea of offering a hand didn’t so much as surface in our minds.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Then, as if nothing had happened, the pope stood and resumed slowly pacing toward us with her coolly composed expression. Then another thump. She fell a few steps thereafter. On her face. Again.
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conversations.value:  “Your Holiness? !” Claire regained her senses and rushed to the pope’s side to help her up.
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conversations.value:  The pope, still expressionless, took her hand and stood. “Forgive me, I’m afraid I’m not athletically inclined.”
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conversations.value:  But you’re just walking? I thought. Can walking really be considered something athletic? Her vestments did seem heavy, and they dragged on the floor as she walked. No sweat appeared on her brow, but she seemed to struggle to move. I’d thought it strange that she walked so slowly, but perhaps that was just as fast as she could go? Or maybe she’s just really physically weak? I pondered. She eventually reached me and took a single deep breath, like she had accomplished a great feat—despite merely walking forty feet or so.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
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conversations.value:  “Now then, Misha, Lilly, please help her change.”
conversations.prefix: Cardinal Riche:
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conversations.value:  “Certainly.”
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conversations.value:  “Y-yes.” Lilly rushed over to the pope and began stripping her heavy vestments off, piece by piece.
conversations.prefix: Lilly:
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conversations.value:  I stripped my own clothes and donned the vestments passed to me by Misha. Oh, they are pretty heavy.
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