<?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>Max Blitz on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/max-blitz/</link><description>Recent content in Max Blitz on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/max-blitz/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sleeping Beauty: Sweet Dreams</title><link>/stories/2020/02/28/sleeping-beauty-sweet-dreams/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/28/sleeping-beauty-sweet-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="sleeping-beauty-sweet-dreams"&gt;Sleeping Beauty: Sweet Dreams&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h3 id="or-prince-charming-and-the-devils-thorns"&gt;or: Prince Charming and the Devil&amp;rsquo;s Thorns&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tiffany smiled and waved to the boy peering down at her from his bedroom window as she walked from her car to the basement apartment she had rented from his father. She entered the apartment and promptly forgot about the boy. Her thoughts were elsewhere: She was thinking about the new demands Buford had just made of her. She was going to have to perform in front of him, and the thought of doing so made her uncomfortable since she had never done anything like that before. She sighed. If she didn’t want to look awkward in front of him, she was just going to have to practice first.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>