<?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>Suraya on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/suraya/</link><description>Recent content in Suraya on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/suraya/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Her Birthday</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/her-birthday/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/her-birthday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*
It was a fine warm day, even in the woods near our half-finished cabin.
We had gone camping for mywife&amp;rsquo;s birthday. It was her idea, I think mostly
to avoid payback for what she had done to me on my birthday, but I was
willing to go with the flow.
We were on our (half-built) mountain cabin property, which abuts a
state reserve. It is fairly inaccessible except through our road our property,
and I was ready for my sweet revenge.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>