<?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>TGBear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tgbear/</link><description>Recent content in TGBear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tgbear/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Doll Face</title><link>/stories/2011/03/30/doll-face/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/30/doll-face/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Harvey Klein turned off the ignition and sat back in his car, studying the single story brick building.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The parking lot wall was blank except for a single door. The sign above it cryptically told him this was his destination. UFI stood for Unlimited Fantasies Incorporated.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He sighed once and stepped out of the car, locking the door despite being in the middle of nowhere. The last building he’d seen was more than two miles back towards the city. Habit of city living.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>