<?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>Nofate301 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/nofate301/</link><description>Recent content in Nofate301 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/nofate301/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Knightley Enjoyment</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/knightley-enjoyment/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/knightley-enjoyment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing mentioned in this fiction.  It is PURELY
fictitious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kkwavefront.com/media/thumbnails.php?album=123"&gt;http://www.kkwavefront.com/media/thumbnails.php?album=123&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Snap, Flash.  Snap, Flash.  Over and over again the shutter
clicked and then the light reflected off the canopy or whatever it was
called.  Keira Kinghtley was pressed against the wall, her right hand
placed delicately at her side.  Her left wrapped around her waist,
and her mind else where.  She was a star now, and with that came the
wonderful duty of getting her picture taken for more magazines and more
television shows.  She had a movie opening this evening and was more
enveloped in what she was going to wear than holding her position.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>