<?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>Chess-Piece on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/chess-piece/</link><description>Recent content in Chess-Piece on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/chess-piece/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chest Piece</title><link>/stories/2019/01/20/chest-piece/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/20/chest-piece/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Phoebe was living someone else&amp;rsquo;s dream, she was sure of it. It just wasn&amp;rsquo;t hers. She had always wanted to be a lawyer, stepping into that courtroom and showing the big boys how it was done. However, community college was all she could afford, so her lawyer days would be relegated to a paralegal/administrative assistant in a local law firm. Now, don&amp;rsquo;t get me wrong, she would tell her friends, I enjoy my job. I can handle clients&amp;rsquo; papers, talk with them, ask them questions, etc. I can get to know them just as if I were the lead person on their case. Not ideal, but it works.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>