As I am going to be packing up my computer in about ten minutes...
I'll be leaving the list. I won't have consistent access to my HCS
account, and I doubt that I can find another account which I can get to
regularly and also could handle the loads of the ML. (Although, as of
late, it's not been very heavy at all, eh?) Anyways, I'm still working on
my stuff--concentrating especially on "These Are the Days to Remember" or
TATDTR for short. As always, what I've written can be found on my fic
pages--
http://www.hcs.harvard.edu/~alhuang/ranma/fanfic/myfics/
	And now, for a few bits and pieces of TATDTR, Part 2: Who Needs
Love Like That (apologies to Erasure)....


<snip>
  A slightly long time afterwards, in a restaurant not at all far
away....

  Mousse contemplated the world in front of him. Well, he tried to. It's
difficult to do when you have 20/200 vision.

  And you didn't sleep at all last night.

  And when you're upside-down.

  And slowly recovering from head-trauma induced unconsciousness.

  And just realizing an ugly, ugly truth.

  "Shampoo...won't love me."

  A resounding sCrEAm tore through the air of Tokyo.

------------------------------------------------
<snip>

  The classroom was filled with whispering.

  "Gosh, Ranma and Akane were early today."

  "Yeah, and they didn't come in together, either."

  "No arguing. They weren't arguing."

  "Dear GOD! The end of the world is upon us!"

  "Shut up."

  Indeed, both Ranma and Akane were strangely silent. They weren't even
talking to their friends, just sitting at their desks. Occasionally,
they would glance at the other....

  "She's looking at him again."

  "Look! He's doin' the same!"

  "Ladies and gentlemen, we have eye contact...."

  "Nope, not anymore. They turned away."

  "What is this, a running commentary?"

  Ranma and Akane didn't notice any of it. Their minds were somewhere
else completely.

  "Look! She's blushing!"

  "And _he's_ blushing!"

  "They're both blushing!"

  "Would you quit stating the obvious!?"

  You could suppose the whispers more than made up for Ranma and Akane's
silence.

  <What is going on here?> An okonomiyaki chef gazed on with a troubled
look. This was bugging the Hell out of Ukyou. She decided to find out,
and soon.
<snip>


	Just a hint of things to come. I'll see you all in September, at
the latest...and if I do manage to work something out before the fall--
see you then.

>From Andrew Huang, Taiwanese-American-German-Scot Harvard Student :P
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