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----- Original Message -----
From: <Kenjiko2@AOL.COM>
To: <ffml@fanfic.com>
Sent: Sunday, 01 August, 1999 19:06
Subject: [FFML] [Ranma] Girl Days, part eleven (Finally!)

    Well, I couldn't wait -- and I had more written than I had thought.

Get

ready for the set up to the BIGGEST adventure of all!  Or the silliest

anyway.

That'd be pretty silly.

Okay, damn near EVERY aspect {to : of} Ranma's life was unusual.

The two went upstairs.  Soun started to calm down-- a bit--
reducing the usual {floodgates : flood} to a mere trickle.

Cologne decided to use one of Ranma's techniques at that moment.
And Mousse was treated to the remarkable sight of the Amazon beating
her head against the table.

Oh my.  Only in Girl Days (or possibly Redheads) would an Oracle act like
that!

For some reason no-one seems to know about Pillow Creek,
{Michigan : Minnesota}, which just happens to have the highest per-capita

ratio on

the planet of wizards, witches, sorcerers, magi, and the like to
those who are classed as not being such.  In fact, the only "normal"
person there is Earl Gillespie, and he runs the combination gas
station, convenience store, and post office.

The Crystal of Leng-Khao said he was from Pillow Creek, Minnesota (about two
miles past Lake Woebegone, I think).  Maybe it was being oracle like. :})

First, because cosmic law won't LET a wizard rule the world--
something or someone always stops you before you can cast the last
rune, and then it's be cut down by the barbarian time, or be shot by
the dashing hero time, or get your butt kicked by some martial artist
whose name probably begins with R, ends with A, and is an
aquatransexual {time :}.  (This is called foreshadowing.)

Hint.  Hint.

And third, because in the honest opinion of most real mages, it's
a lot more gratifying to kick back with a sixpack and a cute nature
spirit, watch "The Witches of Eastwick"{ and : ,} poke fun at the errors,
and cuddle a bit.

The wizard named Fred approached the mansion.  Ah, here {were : was}
where the ley lines intersected.  Here was the place to use the
Amulet of Impressions.  Here he would cause chaos by bring the inner
nature to the outer surface.

For most of the people in the area that meant absolutely
nothing-- on a purely spiritual level.  But to a pack of {costume :

costumed}

partygoers...

And Cologne could only think of one thing to say...

"Oh, shit."

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to be continued.

I hate it when you leave us like that.  I really hope part twelve will be
along soon.