<?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>Cushions on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cushions/</link><description>Recent content in Cushions on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/cushions/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Auction Part 3 - Bagged &amp; Packed</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/auction-part-3-bagged-packed/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/auction-part-3-bagged-packed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="auction2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3 - Bagged &amp;amp; Packed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So with your advisor away, you’re pretty much free all week, aren’t
you Karen?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zoe sat across the table from Karen, nibbling at the pasta Karen had
made. Zoe’s eyes still had the wicked gleam they had held ever since
Karen had released her from the trunk that afternoon. It’s her own
fault she ended up in there, Karen thought. Still, she shuddered
to think of the revenge that Zoe was surely plotting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>