<?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>Slinky on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/slinky/</link><description>Recent content in Slinky on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/slinky/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Wardrobe</title><link>/stories/2004/03/10/the-wardrobe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/03/10/the-wardrobe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Rachel stood nervously at the foot of her large, empty bed and, taking
careful and slightly shaky footsteps, made her way slowly around its familiar
edges towards her oversized wardrobe. Her skin felt clammy and sticky,
which was normal at this summery time of year, but today, something else
having a similar affect on her. Today was a day that she had been waiting
to arrive for a great deal of time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>