<?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>Trashy Canadian on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/trashy-canadian/</link><description>Recent content in Trashy Canadian on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/trashy-canadian/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Motherly Love</title><link>/stories/2021/08/16/motherly-love/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/16/motherly-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Bored. I was so unbelievably &lt;em&gt;bored.&lt;/em&gt; Today was particularly dull, as many of my days often are. School was as monotonous as ever for me, I usually got top grades, and nothing challenged me. I never really participated in any sports teams, preferring to keep to myself, and though I had my share of friends, I was often by myself with just my thoughts and my laptop to keep me company, by choice rather than circumstance. Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Sarah, I’m 24 years old and I live in Toronto, Canada. Life in the city is pretty good, but dreadfully boring most of the time, and the nightclubs and restaurants and other entertainment available rarely did much to quell that boredom. There was one thing though that did however: the garbage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>