<?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>Traps on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/traps/</link><description>Recent content in Traps on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/traps/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Daughter &amp; I Part 10: Hunted</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-daughter-i-part-10-hunted/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-daughter-i-part-10-hunted/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="my_daughter9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Daughter &amp;amp; I Part 9: Gone to the Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10: Hunted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daughter has excelled herself this time. We all have an hours head start, but then they will come after us. And according to them they’re not all we have to worry about. These woodlands and fields belong to them, and they have been liberally sprinkled with traps designed to make sure we don’t escape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>