<?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/DRKnight6737"><title>Fiction Imitating Life - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/</link><description>just some works of fiction </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/DRKnight6737/567010" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/566066" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565604" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565392" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565103" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/567010"><title>Chapter 25: Fuck Her</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/567010</link><description>The entire week I lived it between anger and self pity. I talked to her during the week as she made excuses as to why we couldn’t hang out. I didn’t press it. I hadn’t even asked her to hang out. I was busy at school, and I was busy at work. I had actually quit my job on Wednesday because I was picked up at an office for twice the money. But on Friday, it was different. I was off the next day and I wanted to go out. I called her to see what was up. “Oh I’m staying in tonight, but we’re going...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/566066"><title>CHapter 24: Led by Grace</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/566066</link><description>Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} Chapter 24: Led by...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565604"><title>CHapter 23: THe Library</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565604</link><description>Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} I didn’t go anywhere...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565392"><title>Chapter 22: Santa Monica</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565392</link><description>Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} I leaned over the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565103"><title>Chapter 21: X</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DRKnight6737/565103</link><description>I looked at the Futon on the roof of my car. I had gone to a near by Target and bought the piece for a hundred just so I would have a place to sleep and sit in my new one bedroom. It was all I had at my place. I had been moved in for twenty minutes. And I had gotten some groceries and this pretty futon. I had never slept on a futon before, and to tell you the truth I was barely aware that things like it existed. Still the thing was tied to the roof of my car and I had to try to get it down. I...</description></item></rdf:RDF>