<?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>Faye Kane on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/faye-kane/</link><description>Recent content in Faye Kane on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/faye-kane/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Faye's Days</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/fayes-days/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/fayes-days/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hey there, say there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name&amp;rsquo;s Faye and this all really happened during 2 ½ days in late 2002. But first of all, I want to tell you that it’s okay if you skip the part about me and go to the dirty part.  I understand.  No, really!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;…Thank you for still being here with me. I&amp;rsquo;m not sure why I’m typing this or what I’ll do with it.  I guess I’ll upload it somewhere because, well, what else can I do?  I can’t print copies and send them as Christmas cards to my friends&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>