<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Ballgagger on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ballgagger/</link><description>Recent content in Ballgagger on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/ballgagger/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Meeting</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-meeting/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-meeting/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She was nervous.  She’d never done anything like this before. 
It started online.  They’d been IM’ing for a month now.  She looked forward to her afternoons.  He was so patient.  He
seemed to know exactly what words to say, what photos to share, what fantasies
to explore. It was like they were connected. 
But it was always so anonymous and disconnected. 
Then he asked the question.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Why don’t we meet?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>