<?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>Ntendo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ntendo/</link><description>Recent content in Ntendo on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/ntendo/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tied</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/tied/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/tied/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I opened the door to let her in. &amp;ldquo;You silly old poohead,&amp;rdquo; she giggled,
&amp;ldquo;wasting all your time fixing up this old house. Don&amp;rsquo;t you think you could
put your time to better use ?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Oh I don&amp;rsquo;t know,&amp;rdquo; I answered, &amp;ldquo;I suppose I could think of a few things
to while away the time if I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to do this,&amp;rdquo; and smiled sidelong
at her. Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into
the front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can
of Coke and then sat down in another chair beside hers.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>