Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Fri, 10 May 2002 13:23:09 -0400 Sam Vilsmeier <syp104@email.psu.edu>
wrote:
"Goddamn it! Why?!" he screamed as he punched the {Mailbox : mailbox} next to him. The
force on his blow struck the large cast-iron container with the force of a
cannonball. The blow crushed its front end, ripped on its mount bolts, and
sent it through the air to cave in the front of a parked Toyota.
Ranma nodded, "How... how are you sure that you're..." He then thought for a
moment. This was not the proper place for this conversation, and he was
getting more then his fair share of attention from passers by after sending
a {Mailbox : mailbox} soaring into someone's front end.
She used a Sailor Moon pregnancy test kit, of course. Probably told the
store clerk it was for her mother.
Before she could even yelp Ranma lifted her off her feet and {bound : jumped : bounded} up onto
the rooftops. As he ran, he could not help but notice Hotaru relaxed in his
arms. Almost like she trusted him. She was a fool to do so. He hurt everyone
he met, and it looks like she {is : was} the newest name on the list.
Ranma sighed, "Two years {: ago} my father took me to a place called Jusenkyo.
Jusenkyo had hundreds of pools each with it's own curse. If you fall in one
of the pools you're cursed to turn into what fell into it last when you get
wet."
Hotaru was [blow : blown} away inside. He did not think she was a freak. He actually
envied her powers. "You don't think I'm a freak?"
In a weak, anxious voice Hotaru said, "Prove it. Make love to me."
"What?!"
Isn't that how this conversation got started? Of course, it's too late
now.