<?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>Rubbernun on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rubbernun/</link><description>Recent content in Rubbernun on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rubbernun/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How They Met</title><link>/stories/2004/07/18/how-they-met/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/07/18/how-they-met/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi Gromet! Here&amp;rsquo;s a little story I wrote for
a friend. I thought you might like to add it to your website. Best regards,
Rubbernun
How They Met by Rubbernun
Angelina stood in front of the cemetery&amp;rsquo;s gate. Alright, maybe she
shouldn&amp;rsquo;t do it, but on the other hand, the party had already started and
she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to miss the right time to hit on the new guy. She really
had a crush on him, that&amp;rsquo;s why she had herself spiced up a bit more than
usual. The short blouse and microskirt of her schoolgirl uniform didn&amp;rsquo;t
take much time, but she had really worked on her pointy red fingernails,
and it seemed forever until they dried. Now it was already dark but, heck,
the way over the graveyard would save her precious time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>