On Thu, 22 Aug 1996, Richard Lawson wrote:

: She picked one rose and put it in her hair before walking outside
: again.  She looked up at the overcast sky.  Somehow, it matched
: her mood.  She felt a  storm coming.

Angus:  Awww, no!  Is she lapsing back *already*?

Sebastian:  Heh heh heh, I feel a plot point coming on.

Wow, you picked up on it this early?  I was *so* trying to be sly.  Then
again, the name of the 'fic kinda gives away how important the rose is. 
Still, good job zeroing in on this.

Sorry, but it was obvious.  What's more, I wanna know why Ranma didn't
comment on it.

her father's, but orange instead of red.  (If you're inferring from this
that I've begun writing other stories far into the future, you're
right.  They won't see the light of day for a long time, I think...
possibly not until next year.)

Grrr....  

Laugh, and the world ignores you.  Crying doesn't help either.

I've never heard this one before.  Made me laugh.

I'm ignoring that.