<?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>The Bear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/the-bear/</link><description>Recent content in The Bear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/the-bear/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Home Game</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/home-game/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/home-game/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cheryl waited until her her husband&amp;rsquo;s car was
out of sight, then went inside and began to gather her toys. Jon would
be gone all afternoon, so she had plenty of time, but she still didn&amp;rsquo;t
want to waste any of it.  She took the collection of straps, the ace
bandages, the sleep mask, and the tray of ice cubes up to the bedroom,
making sure to lock the doors as she went. It really wouldn&amp;rsquo;t do to have
someone wander in during her game.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>