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Ahh...That was a nice, dark ficcy. sigh ^___^. Though I must admit that those funny symbols sort of made it hard for me to read through it, I was distracted by them. But I don't think you meant for those symbols to be there anyways so that doesn't really matter...

It's really hard to come up with a nice, original character, flesh said character out and make people feel something for him/her. In those three counts, you have succeeded admirably. ^___^

Heehee...Plus, Itomi Mito isn't the sickeningly perfect mother type that you usually see in some fics in the rare occasions that someone writes something involving the parents of the SD guys. Anyways, a few suggestions ^____^ I'm hoping that you post the next parts soon! ^________^

Laree ^___^

She had what some people described as a severe allergy to dust [by many], but what was actually a dislike bordering on phobia of dirt.
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The floors were washed twice a day, the walls once, and not a ^used dish could stand [used] in the sink for more than ten minutes under daylight.
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Then she would laugh and laugh until she would [sick]throw up, and then the invisible, magical hands were usually there to hold her hair back, to help her, and a sad, calm voice to speak nonsense into her ear until she fell asleep or passed out.
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She was a round, flat-faced, doughy woman with little left but a breath ^that smelled of alcohol and a blank stare of faint disapproval.
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She knew this. Itomi was not blind. There were mirrors in the house. But the cleaning, the cleaning took so long, it didn’t leave [it] her time for anything else, to think anything else…
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She thought it might be Youhei. She wasn’t sure who Youhei was, but the name came to her most easily, [much] more easily than Ojiro.
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Itomi staggered, but the hallway wasn’t [so]as long as it looked. She stopped a moment, at Youhei’s door, with the bottle [elapsed]clasped in her hand, to put an ear to the door. There were the noises, quieter now, but no less there.
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She crawled into her corner, returned to that little bottle in her hand, turned her back to the hallway lights. The drinking was cool, safe. The [clean]cleaning could wait.
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