In a message dated 8/8/02 8:50:35 PM, mchase@ix.netcom.com writes:

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.

But they won't give it to her.

It's interesting that she's already done some things that would seem
paranormal, at least in Minnesota.

In Japan, where conformity is the norm, it makes sense that some one of Amy's 
intellegence would be quiet and withdrawn. However, in America, such a person 
would probably be a tad more outgoing. In this case, she's not really aware 
that what she does is so incredible.

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?

Apparently.

 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," 

Nope. Her pronouciation is deliberate.

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?

*Shrug*

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