conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  During this time, I learned a number of things about the François household. Miss Claire’s parents, Master Dole and Madam Melia, left the house often. I supposed that was natural for Master Dole, the Minister of Finance, but Madam Melia rarely came home, either. She was a popular socialite, a social butterfly who pulled strings behind the scenes and was said to be Master Dole’s right hand. Since they were gone so often, they spoiled Claire rotten when they were around. If Miss Claire said she liked strawberries, for example, they would upend the functioning of farms and cold-storage facilities to ensure she had a constant supply of strawberries throughout the year. With no one around to give her honest advice, Miss Claire grew into a more selfish young lady by the day.
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conversations.value:  Not long after I became Miss Claire’s attendant, the house filled with the hubbub of preparing for Miss Claire’s fourth birthday party. Servants rushed to mail out invitations, design the menu, and decorate the rooms. My main job was to stay by Miss Claire’s side. There was already an implicit understanding among the attendants that handling Miss Claire was primarily my task. It was natural, therefore, that I accompanied Miss Claire when she went shopping. Miss Claire could have anything she wanted brought to her room, but she sometimes liked to go to the store on her own. On this particular day, she’d brought us to a boutique she frequented. However, she wasn’t shopping for herself. She was shopping for me.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Um, Miss Claire, I don’t mind wearing a servant’s clothing…"
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "No. I refuse to accept that my attendant does not own a single dress!" Miss Claire said.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  On her instructions, the store employees brought out a wide selection of clothing. I had dresses at my parents’ home, but they were made for a commoner. I thought my heart would fly out of my chest when I saw these glittering gowns for the first time. Perhaps that was why I forgot I didn’t belong there.
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