<?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>Reluctant on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/reluctant/</link><description>Recent content in Reluctant on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/reluctant/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>New Doll</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/new-doll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/new-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn’t remember even applying for the job, it was just one of those
vast numbers of adverts I had seen and applied for in the six months since
I had left school.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But now I had an interview!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OK I had had many interviews in the past, but they were all bottom of
the scrap heap type jobs – like MacDonald’s – and I had even failed to
get a job there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>