<?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>Robotnanny on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/robotnanny/</link><description>Recent content in Robotnanny on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/robotnanny/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dolly Mommy</title><link>/stories/2017/10/19/dolly-mommy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/19/dolly-mommy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Now, I want to make sure I understand your request, Mr. Roberts&amp;hellip;” The contract consultant sat behind the desk going over the application again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m sure you do.” The other man sat with his legs crossed, a confident look on his face. It was a face that indicated it was used to getting what it wanted. He wasn’t much older that the consultant, he thought to himself; it’s amazing how a job like his drained a person, made them tired, feel so old&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>