On Sun, 5 Oct 1997, Ken Arromdee wrote:

    Kinnosuke gaped.  "How could you say such a thing?  Nabiki's a nice person.
I just need to clear up one _small_ problem."  He considered what he had heard
about Ranma and decided how best to word the question to get the information he
needed.  "I was wondering if some rumors about her are true.  I heard she's
more than a friend, she's engaged to you, but she doesn't like it and she's
trying to stay from martial artists because she really hates martial arts."

stay from?

You mean, stay away from?

    Nabiki's father Soun had called her in to speak.  He was crying, trying to
figure out how to be furious; this had never happened before.  Nabiki played
the part of a dutiful offspring at home, and Soun _was_ her father.  She had
never really openly defied him, and she didn't need to.  They had an unspoken
understanding that he wouldn't care about what she did during her spare time,
as long as she made sure she kept the household out of any trouble.

Heh :)

    A little girl, with brown hair and red eyes, pulled on Nabiki's fur stole.
She was wearing a lot of pink, and her hair was cut to look almost like
Nabiki's.  "Excuse me, oneesama, this is the Tendou Dojo, right?"  Nabiki
nodded.  "I've come here in order to do dojo yaburi.  Who is the champion that
I have to fight?"
    Nabiki indicated the tall, fat, man, who resembled nothing more than an
inflated sumo wrestler.

Bwah!
 

    "That's all we do, guess.  You don't con someone by going through a list of
rules, you do it by figuring out as much as you can about that person whether
you have an iron-clad proof or not.  Now, do I win the bet?"
    In answer, Nabiki moved into Kinnosuke's arms, and they kissed.

Very nice.

 

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New CS Lewis Quote :)
"This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn.  We must play.
but our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest
kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each
other seriously--no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.  And out
charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in
spite of which we love the sinner--no mere tolerance or indulgence which
parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment."
--The Weight of Glory