<?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>Mtnbound on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mtnbound/</link><description>Recent content in Mtnbound on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mtnbound/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Cube</title><link>/stories/2013/03/08/the-cube/</link><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/08/the-cube/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She quietly set the phone back on the receiver. He had called, and the big project, the one He had worked on for weeks, the project that had become such an overwhelming force in both of their lives, had gone to shit. He thought he had it all planned out, right down to the last detail. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but agree. He had seemed so confident, so ready to take on the world. She loved it when he felt this way.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>