<?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>Lazy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/lazy/</link><description>Recent content in Lazy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/lazy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Aoi Gets Cleaned Up</title><link>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aoi, I told you to put away your games and clean up!&amp;rdquo; Haruko yelled from across the house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aoi winced at the sound of her mother’s voice. It was a lazy summer afternoon, and she had spent it the same way she&amp;rsquo;d spent every other day of college summer vacation: Sitting at home, playing video games.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uhh, sorry! I&amp;rsquo;ll do it later!&amp;rdquo; she yelled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her mother&amp;rsquo;s nagging grew worse every day. Not that one could blame her; Aoi was a mess. The living room was littered with empty plates and discarded candy wrappers. Schoolbooks and untouched printouts were sitting in piles around the couch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Aoi Gets Cleaned Up</title><link>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/09/aoi-gets-cleaned-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aoi, I told you to put away your games and clean up!&amp;rdquo; Haruko yelled from across the house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aoi winced at the sound of her mother’s voice. It was a lazy summer afternoon, and she had spent it the same way she&amp;rsquo;d spent every other day of college summer vacation: Sitting at home, playing video games.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uhh, sorry! I&amp;rsquo;ll do it later!&amp;rdquo; she yelled back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her mother&amp;rsquo;s nagging grew worse every day. Not that one could blame her; Aoi was a mess. The living room was littered with empty plates and discarded candy wrappers. Schoolbooks and untouched printouts were sitting in piles around the couch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>