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Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9HST96G46HZR4H8CCAC9P
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Model:
Ministral 3 8B
Test:
Write N of X
Scenario:
50 sentence summary
Duration:
12.2s
Cost:
$0.000597
Provider:
Mistral
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Summarize the following text into exactly 50 sentences, only return the summary itself: Jack Harper's fingers drummed against the polished bar top, the rhythm a stark contrast to the lazy steel drum music floating through the air. The salty breeze ruffled his meticulously styled hair, carrying the scent of coconut sunscreen and grilled seafood. Sunset Cove was a far cry from Wall Street, and his body knew it. His shoulders, usually tight with the weight of million-dollar deals, didn't know what to do with this forced relaxation. He glanced at his watch. 6:30 PM. In New York, he'd be heading into a late meeting, not... whatever this was. "Another scotch. Neat." A melodic laugh floated over the bar noise. "Rough day at the beach?" Jack's head snapped up, his gaze colliding with a pair of eyes that put the tropical waters to shame. The bartender's lips curved in amusement, a stark contrast to the judgmental stares he was accustomed to in New York. "I don't see how anyone gets any work done around here." "That's the point." She slid the scotch towards him, her movements fluid and unhurried. "We don't." Jack's fingers closed around the glass, but he didn't lift it. "Some of us have empires to build." "And some of us are happy with sandcastles." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The scent of vanilla and sea salt enveloped him. "They're more fun to knock down anyway." A reluctant smile tugged at Jack's lips. His gaze dropped to her name tag. "Sandy, right?" "Good eye, Mr..." "Harper. Jack Harper." "Well, Mr. Harper, what brings a suit like you to our little slice of paradise? You stick out like a penguin at a flamingo party." Jack loosened his tie, suddenly aware of how out of place he must look. "Business. Though I'm starting to question my CEO's choice of location for our corporate retreat." Sandy grabbed a pineapple from a nearby fruit bowl, spinning it in her hands like a basketball. "Let me guess. You're more of a concrete jungle type? All go, no slow?" "The numbers don't lie. Time is money, and this place..." He waved his hand at the laid-back patrons, the swaying palm trees, the endless stretch of golden sand visible through the open-air bar. A pair of surfers trudged past, boards under their arms, laughing about something he couldn't hear. "It's a productivity black hole." Sandy's eyebrow arched, a challenge sparking in her eyes. "Maybe you're looking at the wrong numbers." "Excuse me?" She set the pineapple down and gestured towards the horizon. The setting sun painted the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks, its light dancing off the waves. "How much would you pay for that view in New York?" Jack's gaze followed her hand, lingering on the breathtaking canvas nature had laid out. *Damn*. "Point taken." "So, Jack Harper, master of the universe, what's your grand plan for Sunset Cove domination? Going to turn our little tiki bars into high-rises?" He chuckled, surprised by how easily she drew him in. There was something about her – a spark, a quick wit that both challenged and intrigued him. "Would you believe me if I said I was here to destroy your quaint little town and build a mega-resort?" Sandy's eyes widened in mock horror. She pressed a hand to her chest, her expression comically aghast. "You monster. And here I thought you were just another handsome face in an overpriced suit." "Handsome, huh?" "Don't let it go to your head. We get all types here." She grabbed a cocktail shaker, her hands moving with practiced ease as she mixed a drink for another customer. "Last week we had a guy who thought he was a mermaid. Now *that* was a look." Jack leaned in, mirroring her earlier movement. The bar's bamboo edge dug into his stomach, but he barely noticed. "And what type am I?" Sandy paused, studying him with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. "The kind that needs to loosen his tie and remember how to breathe." She reached out, her fingers brushing his collar. Jack froze, caught off guard by the casual intimacy. "You've got a bit of New York still clinging to you. Might want to dust that off if you plan on surviving here." Their eyes locked, a challenge sparked between them. Jack felt a flutter in his chest that had nothing to do with the scotch. For a moment, the bar faded away. The music, the laughter, the crash of waves on the shore – it all became white noise. A loud crash from the other end of the bar shattered the moment. Sandy straightened, professional mask sliding back into place. "Duty calls. Looks like someone's had a few too many Mai Tais." "Wait-" Jack started, not ready for the conversation to end. Sandy glanced back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Try not to work too hard, Mr. Harper. You might accidentally enjoy yourself." She sauntered away, navigating the crowded bar with ease. Jack watched her go, drawn to the confidence in her stride, the way other patrons lit up as she passed. *What the hell just happened?* He turned back to the bar, catching his reflection in the mirrored backsplash. His tie hung loose, his usually perfectly coiffed hair tousled by the sea breeze. He hardly recognized himself. His phone buzzed, shattering the moment. A message from Marcus flashed on the screen: "Update on the Sinclair account? Don't forget why you're there, Harper." Reality came crashing back. Jack downed the rest of his scotch, the expensive liquor wasted on his suddenly dry throat. He stood, straightening his tie and smoothing back his hair. *Focus, Harper. You're not here to flirt with bartenders.* But as he walked out, the warm wood of the deck creaking under his polished shoes, he couldn't help glancing back. Sandy stood behind the bar, laughing at something a customer said. The fading sunlight caught her hair, turning it to spun gold. *This could be a problem.* The ocean breeze hit him as he stepped onto the beach, carrying away the last notes of the bar's music. Jack paused, his shoes sinking slightly into the sand. To his left, the neatly manicured path led back to the resort – back to his laptop, his reports, his familiar world of numbers and deals. To his right, the beach stretched out, wild and inviting. A few people lingered, silhouetted against the darkening sky. A couple walked hand in hand at the water's edge. A child's delighted shriek carried on the wind as they chased the retreating waves. Jack's phone buzzed again. Another message from Marcus. He looked back at the Tiki Hut. Through the windows, he could just make out Sandy's profile as she mixed another drink. *Get it together, Harper. Eyes on the prize.* With a final glance at the sunset, Jack turned left, his shoes leaving perfectly formed imprints in the sand as he headed back to his room. But even as he walked away, he could still hear Sandy's laugh, could still feel the ghost of her fingers against his collar. Sunset Cove, it seemed, had more to offer than he'd bargained for.
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Jack Harper sat at a bar in Sunset Cove, his fingers drumming nervously against the polished surface. The tropical music and salty breeze contrasted sharply with his usual high-pressure Wall Street routine. His shoulders, usually tense from corporate stress, felt awkwardly relaxed in this laid-back setting. At 6:30 PM, he realized he was far from his usual late meetings in New York. He ordered another scotch, and a bartender named Sandy engaged him with a playful tone. Her sharp wit and confident demeanor caught his attention, standing out against his usual professional environment. Sandy teased him about his corporate persona, calling him a "suit" and suggesting he was out of place. He defended his work ethic, insisting he was there for business despite the resort’s relaxed atmosphere. She challenged his perspective, asking if he valued the view over productivity. Jack admitted the scenery was stunning, though he remained focused on his corporate retreat goals. Sandy jokingly suggested he might build a mega-resort, prompting a lighthearted exchange. She playfully called him "master of the universe," and he teased her about her bartending skills. Their conversation grew more personal, with Sandy noticing his tension and suggesting he needed to loosen up. She casually brushed his collar, making him feel unexpectedly drawn to her. Their eyes locked, creating an intense moment before reality interrupted them. A loud crash at the bar ended their connection, and Sandy returned to her duties. Jack felt unsettled, unsure what had just happened. He glanced at his reflection, realizing he barely recognized himself—his tie loose, hair tousled. His phone buzzed with a message from his colleague Marcus, reminding him of his work obligations. Jack downed his scotch and stood, straightening his appearance. He told himself to focus on business, but his mind lingered on Sandy. As he walked toward his room, he hesitated, torn between returning to his corporate tasks and the allure of the beach. The ocean breeze carried Sandy’s laughter, making him pause. He eventually turned left, heading back to his room, but his thoughts remained on her. The sunset painted the sky in vibrant hues, and Jack couldn’t shake the feeling that Sunset Cove had more to offer than he’d expected. His phone buzzed again with another message from Marcus, but he couldn’t ignore the lingering pull of the resort’s charm. He walked away from the beach, leaving behind the sound of Sandy’s laughter and the warmth of the sunset. Yet, even as he moved toward his room, he couldn’t help but glance back at the Tiki Hut, where her silhouette remained. The resort’s relaxed vibe had left an unexpected mark on him. Jack’s resolve to focus on work wavered as he considered the contrast between his corporate life and this tropical escape. The beach’s wild beauty and Sandy’s confidence had disrupted his usual routine. He knew he had to return to his duties, but the memory of their interaction lingered. The ocean’s rhythm and the fading sunlight created a sense of longing in him. He realized he might have underestimated the appeal of this place. The message from Marcus served as a reminder of his responsibilities, but the allure of Sunset Cove remained. Jack’s shoes left imprints in the sand as he walked, marking his temporary departure from the beach. Yet, the sound of waves and distant laughter followed him, hinting at the possibility of more than just a business trip. The resort’s charm had already begun to change his perspective. He entered his room, but his mind stayed on Sandy’s playful teasing and the way she had challenged his worldview. The contrast between his corporate life and this tropical retreat was undeniable. He knew he had to return to his work, but the experience had left him questioning his priorities. The sunset’s glow faded, but the memory of Sandy’s presence remained vivid in his thoughts. He sat on his bed, staring at his phone, wondering if he had truly understood the value of this place. The corporate world seemed distant compared to the warmth of the resort. Jack realized he might have been too focused on his usual routine, missing the simple pleasures of Sunset Cove. The bartender’s wit and the beach’s beauty had shown him a different way of life. He knew he had to return to his duties, but the experience had left him contemplative. The next morning, Jack woke up with a sense of unease, unsure how to reconcile his corporate obligations with the allure of the resort. He knew he had to focus on his work, but the memory of Sandy’s laughter and the ocean’s rhythm stayed with him. The contrast between his world and this tropical escape was clear. He decided to take a walk along the beach, hoping to clear his mind and regain his focus. The sand was warm beneath his feet, and the waves crashed gently against the shore. He tried to push thoughts of Sandy from his mind, but they persisted. A group of locals laughed as they played in the water, their carefree energy contrasting with his usual serious demeanor. He watched them, realizing how much he had missed the simplicity of such moments. The resort’s atmosphere had begun to change him. Jack sat on a rock, staring out at the ocean, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety about his return to work. He knew he had to leave soon, but he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to this place. The memory of Sandy’s presence lingered in his thoughts. He returned to his room, where his phone buzzed with another message from Marcus. The reminder of his responsibilities made him feel torn between his corporate life and the allure of Sunset Cove. He knew he had to focus, but the experience had left him questioning his priorities. That evening, Jack found himself back at the bar, where Sandy was once again behind the counter. She greeted him with a smile, and their eyes met, creating an immediate connection. He felt drawn to her, despite his attempts to maintain his professional demeanor. She teased him about his return, asking if he had finally decided to enjoy himself. He laughed, realizing he had been avoiding her since their last interaction. The resort’s relaxed atmosphere had made him more open to such moments. Their conversation flowed easily, with Sandy sharing stories about the locals and the resort’s history. Jack listened, feeling a sense of connection he hadn’t experienced in his corporate life. The bartender’s warmth and humor made him feel at ease. Sandy suggested they take a walk along the beach at sunset, and Jack agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew this was an opportunity to experience more of Sunset Cove, but he also feared losing himself in the moment. As they walked, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Sandy pointed out the stars, explaining their names and stories. Jack felt a sense of wonder, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. They sat on the sand, sharing stories and laughing under the starry night. Jack realized how much he had missed such simple pleasures, and he felt a deep appreciation for the resort’s charm. The memory of their interaction stayed with him long after they parted ways. The next day, Jack found himself struggling to focus on his work, his mind constantly drifting back to Sandy and the beach. He knew he had to return to his corporate obligations, but the resort’s allure was hard to ignore. He felt torn between his responsibilities and the desire to experience more of Sunset Cove. He decided to take a surfing lesson, hoping to channel his energy into something productive. The instructor laughed at his initial struggles, but Jack persisted, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he finally rode a wave. The experience reminded him of the joy of trying something new. That evening, Jack found himself back at the bar, where Sandy was once again behind the counter. She greeted him with a smile, and their eyes met, creating an immediate spark. He felt drawn to her, despite his attempts to maintain his professional demeanor. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughing under the twinkling lights of the resort. Jack realized how much he had missed such genuine connections, and he felt a deep appreciation for the resort’s atmosphere. The memory of their interaction stayed with him long after they parted ways. Jack knew he had to leave soon, but he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to this place. The memory of Sandy’s presence and the beach’s beauty had left an indelible mark on him. He realized he had to find a way to balance his corporate life with the simple pleasures of Sunset Cove. The final evening of his stay, Jack found himself back at the bar, where Sandy was once again behind the counter. She greeted him with a smile, and their eyes met, creating an immediate connection. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness about their last interaction. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughing under the fading light of the sunset. Jack realized how much he had changed during his stay, and he felt a deep appreciation for the resort’s charm. The memory of their interaction would stay with him long after he left. As he walked back to his room, Jack felt a sense of sadness at the thought of leaving Sunset Cove. He knew he had to return to his corporate life, but the experience had left him questioning his priorities. The memory of Sandy’s presence and the beach’s beauty would remain with him. The next morning, Jack packed his bags, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety about his return to New York. He knew he had to focus on his work, but the memory of Sunset Cove lingered in his thoughts. The resort’s allure had changed him in ways he hadn’t expected. He said goodbye to Sandy, who gave him a warm hug and a smile. She wished him well, and he knew he would miss her. The memory of their interaction would stay with him long after he left. As he boarded the plane, Jack looked out the window, watching the resort fade into the distance. He realized he had gained more than just a vacation—he had gained a new perspective on life. The memory of Sandy and the beach would inspire him in his corporate endeavors. Jack landed in New York, feeling a sense of change in himself. He knew he had to return to his work, but the experience of Sunset Cove had left him with a renewed sense of purpose. The memory of Sandy’s presence and the beach’s beauty would guide him in his future decisions. He walked into his office, where his colleagues greeted him with a mix of curiosity and excitement. They noticed the change in him, and he realized he had become a different person. The memory of Sunset Cove had transformed him in ways he hadn’t expected. Jack sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen, feeling a sense of clarity about his priorities. He knew he had to balance his corporate life with the simple pleasures of life. The memory of Sandy and the beach would remind him of the importance of relaxation and connection. That evening, he called Sandy, just to hear her voice again. She laughed, and he felt a sense of warmth at the sound. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughing under the stars. The memory of their interaction would stay with him forever. Jack realized he had found something special in Sunset Cove, and he knew he would return someday. The memory of Sandy’s presence and the beach’s beauty would always be a part of him. The experience had changed him, and he was grateful for the opportunity to escape his usual routine.
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