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1 fiction conversations over 29 days (May 22, 2023 – Jun 20, 2023) 88% prompt uniqueness Guangdong, China
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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 6× “Think a title for:What the heck was happening? His pants wer...” over less than a minute (Jun 20, 2023 – Jun 20, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100
Jun 20, 2023 at 11:48 AM CST — 1 turn China, Guangdong fiction toxic View full conversation
USER: Think a title for:What the heck was happening? His pants were completely glued to his chair. Amrii's handsome face fell, he couldn't even move anymore. He pulled out his phone and called Paul's number, "You have one minute to come to my office." Paul didn't know what was happening but Amiri sounded scary on the other side of the line. He went to the office immediately. When he got there, however, Amiri was changing his clothes. "Mr. Lee, is there anything I can do for you?" "Look what happened to my chair." Paul walked to the chair and saw the glue, it was transparent. You couldn't even smell it this close. How come? Paul was also so confused. When Amiri walked out of his changing room, Paul could only stare at him confusingly, "What happened here, Mr. Lee?" He only looked back at him, not saying a thing. The way he looked at him was so scary that Paul started to tremble. He suddenly realized that the question he asked was too stupid. If Mr.Lee knew what happened, he wouldn't have sat on that chair. "Sie I'll find out the reason soon." "I need the result before this evening," Amiri snapped coldly. Paul took a look at his watch. He didn't have much time left, he walked out of the office instantly. Before he reached the door, however, Amiri suddenly called his name again. Paul stopped, looking back slowly. "Find out who did this, now!" He hissed. Looking at the graffiti on his document, he became more furious. There was a Donald Duck rolling its eyes and smiling sarcastically a...
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