Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Thu, 8 Aug 2002 22:59:55 EDT Kyhdin@aol.com wrote:
Yes, the title is true. I went and wrote a fic based on it.
You are a sick, twisted little -- Ah, what are you?
Amy Lynn Angela Anderson, sighed as she stepped out of the elevator onto the
seventh floor of the condo building. Here she was, the best student in
school, honors program, band, and volunteer at the boys and girls club
mentoring young scientists, and her math teacher was still giving her only
mid-level calculus. Where was the challenge? Trig, at the very least, some
physics would be nice too.
She's going need that trigernomitry or she'll be the worst shot in the
county.
It's interesting that she's already done some things that would seem
paranormal, at least in Minnesota.
Juuban Hollow proved to be a single street lined sporadically with old wooden
buildings on both sides. Only one thing caught her eye. A blond haired girl
sitting on the roof of an old pickup truck parked by the side of the road, a
big black Great Dane sitting on the ground next to the front wheel. For just
a moment, Amy Lynn's eyes met those of the blonde and she felt the chill of
recognition. Then the moment had passed and the girl and her dog were far
behind.
Is it legal there to have dawgs of identifiable breeds?
A Great Dane lay on the front the porch, and it's ears flicked as she made
her way up the steps. Now that she was closer and could get a better look,
she realized that a small scar, shaped like a crescent moon adorned the dog's
forehead. Amy Lynn held out her hand for the dog to sniff and when it didn't
growl at her, she scratched {it's : its} head between the ears before heading inside.
"Welcome to the {Okasap : Osaka P} general store," the girl behind the counter said. Her
voice was slightly nasal, with a New Yorkish accent. "What can I get you?"
"Saint Paul, Minnesota," Amy Lynn replied. "We just arrived."
Does that mean she's Lutheran?