<?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>Firstmeeting on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/firstmeeting/</link><description>Recent content in Firstmeeting on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/firstmeeting/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Anne &amp; Susan</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/anne-susan/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/anne-susan/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story inspired by the missing chapter of &lt;a href="../storiessz/the_victim5.html"&gt;The Victim&lt;/a&gt; and i hope i didn&amp;rsquo;t screw it up._&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne shrugged out of her parka and hung it on the peg.  She pulled the ski hat off and tried to fluff the hat head from her hair without success.  Sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, she toed off her Uggs and turned towards the wood stove for its welcoming warmth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Damn weather” she muttered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>