<?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>Rubbersack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/rubbersack/</link><description>Recent content in Rubbersack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/rubbersack/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Smooth as Latex</title><link>/stories/2011/10/08/smooth-as-latex/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/10/08/smooth-as-latex/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Mishka drove by the house a second time. She was still early. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t like her. Her execution was usually flawless. It was nerves she decided. It was a new sensation for her, but this one was big, very big. The man was both powerful and dangerous, very dangerous.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She backed the rental car into the driveway. It had stolen plates, but if someone should see the number and make a note of it, dots could be made, connected, people could get hurt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>