<?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>HK on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/hk/</link><description>Recent content in HK on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/hk/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Suit</title><link>/stories/2014/07/24/the-suit/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/24/the-suit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story was written by HK but I am submitting in his honour. He also gave me permission to continue it in the future. DrInflator&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She walked up to her house and put the key in the lock, this was hard to do, and
she was shaking slightly so she couldn&amp;rsquo;t get the key into the lock.
&amp;lsquo;Pull yourself together&amp;rsquo; she thought. She composed herself and put the key in.
She turned it and the door swung open and she stepped in, picked up the mail and
put it on the stairs.
She walked up the stairs to her room, the package she had bought under one arm.
She opened the door to her room, walked over to the bed and pushed the balloons
that were on there onto the floor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>