Suggested changes: {Original : Changed}
--
Mac :})
Shuma in 2000. Don't settle for the lesser evil.
----- Original Message -----
From: Susan Doenime <wendigo@zerlargal.humbug.org.au>
To: <ffml@fanfic.com>
Sent: Monday, January 24, 2000 16:17
Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic][R.5]Pastpresent Interlude - Verlorenseele
And that was that, really. All of them were probably
going to need a doctor, which meant they wouldn't be paying
me any more social calls, which was good. I tossed them off
my porch and then noticed the kid.
I was rather expecting her to use one of their jackets or such to wipe the
blood and interesting stuff off the porch.
"The boss is talking to some representatives," Hito said.
He partnered with Goroto or me on the rough jobs; while I hate
to admit it, he was probably as much a professional about it
as me. He had these little shuriken, which he could actually
use effectively, and had taught me how to throw them in
exchange for some barehanded instruction. I don't really think
either of us got much use out of the trade; he liked keeping a
distance between himself and the customer, and I don't like
carrying anything on me that's obviously a weapon. If the cops
decide to see what {it has : its got} in its pocketses, and they find a
wrench or a tire iron on a mechanic, there's not a whole lot
they can say. If they find a knife or a pocketful of shuriken, on
the other hand...
So here. Here I am. I'm baring myself like this because I
can cry, and need people, and love, and that last, Soun, is why I
---
There was a page missing, and as hard as Akane looked,
she couldn't find it.
That's very mean.