<?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>Trash Girl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/trash-girl/</link><description>Recent content in Trash Girl on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/trash-girl/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Terms of Service</title><link>/stories/2017/02/10/terms-of-service/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/10/terms-of-service/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Happy 18th birthday baby.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh Mom, it’s beautiful.” Jessie said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“My little girl is all grown up, blow the candles out Honey.” Dad said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jessie closes her eyes and blows out the candles. Mom cuts the cake while Dad answers the front door. He returns with an official looking letter, his sad face speaks the words he can’t say.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Not today, it can’t come today.” Jessie said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“They can’t even respect a girls birthday anymore?” Mom said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>