<?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>Carousel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/carousel/</link><description>Recent content in Carousel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/carousel/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mallrat</title><link>/stories/2017/09/24/mallrat/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/24/mallrat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Based on &amp;ldquo;Handgagged at the Mall&amp;rdquo; by TrustyJim&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For Tyler Christmas was the perfect time of the year. No it wasn&amp;rsquo;t the good cheer. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the presents or the songs or the food. Nor was it the weather. No for Tyler the best part of Christmas was the girls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tyler was a girl-watcher and unabashedly so. Talk to a girl? No, no he was far too shy for that. He was much happier just watching them from afar. His favorite hunting ground was the Andersontown Mall. Girls of all ages came and went through its doors every day. So often as he could he was down there watching.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>