<?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>Robber on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/robber/</link><description>Recent content in Robber on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/robber/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Break In Queen</title><link>/stories/2016/06/28/break-in-queen/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/28/break-in-queen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever been robbed? It&amp;rsquo;s not the fact that your stuff&amp;rsquo;s gone that gets ya no it&amp;rsquo;s the knowing that someone got into your house, your home. It&amp;rsquo;s the knowing your home isn&amp;rsquo;t safe anymore that it never even was to begin with. That&amp;rsquo;s frightening. I&amp;rsquo;ll never get to know that feeling. My experience was different from the norm - very different.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It began on a cold dreary night in December. I was still living at home to save on boarding costs at my college. That night was the first I had been alone in quite awhile and I intended to make the most of it. And by &amp;lsquo;make the most of it&amp;rsquo; I mean watch the television living room in my underwear eating pizza. Yeah, I know, I led an exciting life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>