<?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>Rhyndelle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rhyndelle/</link><description>Recent content in Rhyndelle on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rhyndelle/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rats</title><link>/stories/2017/10/07/rats/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/07/rats/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So you think it is okay?&amp;rdquo; Robin asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jeanie smiled and said, &amp;ldquo;Oh sure, wipe it out with alcohol, I mean if you are sure that you want to go through with it.&amp;rdquo; She carried a box containing several white rats to the glass habitat. &amp;ldquo;You really have no idea who sent it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, not at all. It looks like a really nice swimsuit, expensive looking.&amp;rdquo; Robin made some notations on the computer terminal. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re missing a few rats.
It is not made of anything I have seen before, almost like latex. Have you ever worn latex garments before?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>