Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Wed, 15 May 2002 19:55:00 -0400 Sam Vilsmeier <syp104@email.psu.edu>
wrote:
Ranma gulped. "Hotaru... I'm not going {too : to}."
This had been without {: a doubt} the most chaotic, life altering day in his life {sense : since}
Jusenkyo. He was going to be a father. Him, a father. This was going to
throw his life into a whole now level of disorder. A level which he could
only imagine with dread.
At least Akane was a martial artist. While she was light years from his
level, she was still in the worlds top {99% : 1%}. She could defend herself to a
point. Hotaru on the other hand was just a sickly but normal girl, and their
child would be completely helpless.
He should be wondering if she is healthy enough to carry the baby to term.
Michiru smiled at her daughter in return. It was obvious that she was happy
to see Hotaru in higher spirits. "So Hotaru, how was {to : the} trip?"
Hotaru felt a chill go up her spine. She could barely fight down her blush
as she thought of a logical explanation. After a moment, she came up with
one that would work. "Oh {mama : Mama}, I'm getting older now! I'm about to turn
sixteen! There are just some things you want to do on your own when you turn
my age."
Setsuna shook her head. "It looks to me like our little Hotaru just got
laid."
Michiru froze. Her little Hotaru-chan, the little baby she held in her arms
just three years ago sexually active? She couldn't believe it, she wouldn't.
But now she looked back on it, she did recognize that smile...
So now Hotaru is feeling more relaxed, but Michiru isn't.
"Not only that," continued Ranma, "but you have ten years of lost time to
make up for! They also need discipline! They can't even stand up to you when
{your : you're} drunk, and they show you no respect! Can a self respecting master ever
allow behavior like that?"
{Hs : His} voice shaking, Genma turned to his son turned daughter, "Why Ranma, why
are you doing this to me? What horrible thing have I done to deserve this
horrible fate?" While Genma spoke Soun sat on his knees crying full blow
about how he was never going to see his little girls again.
"Oh, quit bitching Genma!" cried Happousai. "{Were : We're} leaving tomorrow!"
The short list is bigger than most encyclopedia.
It was killing him. She could tell that it was killing him. The way he
spoke, acted when he talked. His life was slowly tearing {his : him} apart. Was she
willing to further entrap him, to throw yet another bucket of dirt on his
grave? No! She hoped that he would choose her, but she would not force him.
She did not want to force him. She wanted him to choose on his own.
As Hotaru thought about the future of her life, Michiru snuck into {the : her} room.
Was their any proof, and evidence? She would never confront Hotaru on just
speculation. She had to know.
Ryouga gawked for a moment. This was not the same aggravating egotist he
usually fought, this Ranma was depressed and confused. Ranma was acting more
like him {then he did : than he was}! "What is it?"