Michael A Chase wrote:
Suggested changes: {before : after}
Whatever you used to convert the file to ASCII text seemed to have a real
problem avoiding extra blank lines inside paragraphs. Mostly after first
lines since it appears to indent them a full tab stop and then wraps them
again. I have removed the indent from my copy to avoid even more wrapping
in the return email.
I use the might copy+paste. I suspect this is actually due to Mozilla,
and will look at it when I have some free time -- it took me this long
just to catch up to the replies I was sent. >_<
On Sun, 15 Sep 2002 13:02:41 -0800 Brian Randall <brian@azurite.org> wrote:
Diamonds in the Rough -- Chapter Four -- Can I Win?
Of course not. No matter who is asking.
Damn you, Wee Bull. You win this time.
"Aniki," Ranma supplied from his hiding spot behind Keitaro. "We worked
at your sister's dojo for a while."
Maybe "My aniki,"?
Changed to 'My older brother'.
Mitsune struggled for the first few seconds, but quickly eased into the
contact, purring deeply. Keitaro blinked a few times, then covered his
nose with both hands and began to back away, while Tsuruko murmured,
"Oh, my," and placed a hand across Motoko's wide eyes.
Nice to see the tables turned on Mitsune occasionally.
Everyone deserves to have the tables turned on them once in a while.
Except Seta.
No, no, even him.
Okay, how about, 'everyone except for me'?
"Uh-oh," Ranma mumbled, backing into a corner, as Keitaro marched out of
the room.
Did someone drop Ranma in a pit of starving girls too? Maybe he was
dropped in front of a department store wrapped in jewelry.
Could be.
"You can hide behind me!" Mitsune suggested, winking at Ranma and
grinning widely.
I don't think that would help much.
Not with the immediate situation, no....
Her head drooping, the girl slid the door to her room shut, leaving
Keitaro alone in the hall.
I know they were talking about different things, but I'm not sure what.
Happosai must be slipping if she had a pair of panties to wear.
Only took the laundry, not what they were wearing.
If I delete a suggestion, it's because I used it. :)
The soft whisper of wind near him was the only warning he had, and he
froze, as Ranma flashed past him, a blur of concentrated motion and
force, passing within centimeters of Keitaro's form. A kick rocketed out
swiftly enough to crack the air, almost striking Keitaro's knee, and a
thrown punch stopped a {dozen : couple} centimeters from Keitaro's throat, the air
pressure from the blow nearly bowling him over.
'few'.
"The Happosai is very dangerous," Suu agreed.
and not very delicious.
Ew.
Ranma chuckled, shaking her head. "You're going to get really bored if
you don't let go, because I'm going to bed." She paused, considering,
then frowned. "And Motoko-chan might get the wrong idea. Again."
Still.
Point.
Forgive my spelling,
my U.S. education,
is the source of blame.
You don't have that much of a problem. Besides, that's what spel chekers
are for.
Indeed they hour.
Thanks for taking the time to reply, and sorry for taking so long to
return your comments. :)