<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/AndreaHud1426"><title>My Shorts - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AndreaHud1426/</link><description>Some of the short stories that I've written.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AndreaHud1426/91615" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AndreaHud1426/91613" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AndreaHud1426/91615"><title>Young Abigail</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AndreaHud1426/91615</link><description>Young Abigail The attention and excitement seemed a bit unusual to young Abigail. After all, she only had a cold. She had been feverishly chilled the night before, but aside from the aches and pains that lingered, she felt fine. The ride to the hospital lasted longer than she had remembered from...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AndreaHud1426/91613"><title>The Wedding</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AndreaHud1426/91613</link><description>The Wedding Jittery and dressed to the nines in her ravishing white dress, she whispered in his ear, "I love you." He, a handsomely wonderful man with red rose tucked under his lapel, whispered back, "I love you too." He pulled her veil up and kissed her softly. That eased her nerves, but she...</description></item></rdf:RDF>