conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Mothers, are you fighting?”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Please don’t fight.” May and Aleah appeared, walking into the living room while drowsily rubbing their eyes.
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Are you fighting because of me?” Aleah gingerly asked.
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Or is it because of me?” They looked as if they could cry at any moment.
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  We burst into a fretful mess. “We’re not fighting, dears! We just wanted to talk a bit, that’s all.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s right! We would never fight! We’re always lovey-dovey—super-duper lovey-dovey even!” Claire went for a serious approach while I went for a sillier one. But neither seemed to work.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But you two were making super scary faces…”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And were using big voices…” The twins sniffled, a sign the floodgates were about to break. Wait—how much had they heard?
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you. Come here, you two.” Claire hugged them to her as she apologized from the bottom of her heart. They wept in her arms as she whispered words of comfort in their ears and kissed their hair repeatedly.
conversations.prefix: Claire: