<?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>F2furniture on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f2furniture/</link><description>Recent content in F2furniture on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/f2furniture/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Telephone Girl</title><link>/stories/2017/12/13/telephone-girl/</link><pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/13/telephone-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy stood in a small alcove off the living room of the huge house. It
was the middle of the day. No one else was home.
Amy was asleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not too long ago it was impossible for her to sleep
standing up. But now she nodded off whenever she could.
She was tightly fastened to an upright frame made of hand-carved
mahogany. She stood at attention, on tiptoe, unable to move much of
anything.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>