<?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>Carees on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/carees/</link><description>Recent content in Carees on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/carees/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tasha</title><link>/stories/2014/06/30/tasha/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/30/tasha/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Softly humming a favorite tune, Walter Goodman strode slowly across his back yard. A tall, slim man in his late forties, Walt was well known in the small town for his quiet, friendly ways. He was equally well known for his steely will. This combination had earned him widespread respect in town, and there were many who proudly called him friend. Today, he was on his way to visit his newest friend.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>