On Wed, 7 Jul 1999, Scott Jamison wrote:

	As you've been reading the last few chapters, you may have come 
to the conclusion that I was awfully selfish.

Oh, so Ranko's writing for a general audience?  I haven't read this in a
while, so maybe she is, and I've forgotten.

	The next few days are a bit of a blur as I look back. 

are = were

Kunou challenged him to a duel, I didn't see it, but I'm told Ukyou won
handily with his okonomiyaki-style martial arts. 

Either the first comma is a period, or you need to make the transition
between the two better.  Something like '...to a duel, and while I didn't
see it, I'm told that Ukyou won...'

	I asked Kasumi about some of it, but she hadn't really 
experienced much dating herself, and her mother had died before she could 
get much advice.  I wished my mother was available.

Ranko:	Hey, mom?  How do you think I should act?

Spring:	*bubble*

Ranko:	Bubbly?  Okay!

	He reached out and touched my shoulder.  "Ranko."
	"Y-yes, Father?"
	"Be careful.  I-I...just be careful."  I'd never seen that look 
in his eyes before.  It looked like concern.
	"I will, Father."
	"That's my boy!" he roared, slapping me on the back.

Heh.  Nice.

about the subject; I was still working through the Tendou sisters' 
collection of romance novels.	And they'd taught me it was important to 
find out a boy's interests so you could talk about them with him.

Ah, yes.  Romance novels, highly accurate reference works.

	Our hands brushed as we left the restaurant, and I felt a little 
excited.  More excited, I should say.

Oh dear.

	I whispered back, "Just remember, this is my date, not yours.  No 
draining his pocketbook."
	Nabiki feigned a look of horror.  "Moi?  You wound me."

Notice that she never agreed.

Comments?

Yes.  More?  ^_^

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...