<?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>JK on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jk/</link><description>Recent content in JK on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/jk/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Shop</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-shop/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-shop/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I looked around myself I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but think that this was a
strange place for me to be.  Here I am a scrawny 20 year old male
and I had just broken into a small bridal store. I had heard that they
kept fairly large amounts of cash here overnight. I was searching around
the cash register when I heard a noise behind me. Before I could react
I felt hands grab and hold me while a cloth was held over my nose and mouth.
There must have been something on the cloth because I soon passed out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>