his belly.  The mix of nearly two hundred proof denatured
alcohol and absinthe would have killed any three normal men

It makes the heart grow fonder.

     Nabiki felt an instants gladness at seeing her sister,
then her heart went cold as Akane automatically went to

instant's

You know, this story strikes me as being like a mirror image of that one
where Ranma was a psycho.  

     "Because it's a martial artists duty?" Ranma sneered.

artist's

   "What store did you say Saotome Genma was in?"
came the politely worded request in faintly accented Japanese.

That isn't particularly polite wording although it may be in a 
polite tone.  Polite would be, "Excuse me, but what store..."

head, "and our little tet a tet in an alley. So, why don't we
consider our debt with your husband canceled?"

tete-a-tete

    Shanking with anger as he recalled what his mother
had done, he could hardly speak. "Filthy whore. She was

shaking

    "I have it," Akane said, pulling a crumpled, bloody
piece of paper from a pouch at the monks belt. Across a sheet
of torn paper, in a bold scrawl, Genma had written his
demands.

demand

He only had one.


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