<?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>Floatation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/floatation/</link><description>Recent content in Floatation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/floatation/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Treatment</title><link>/stories/2013/09/15/the-treatment/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/15/the-treatment/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Liz and Sam sat on opposite sides of the waiting room couch.
They had frequently been together like this, but they rarely
spoke to each other. Now it was nearly seven. Dr Perkins had
been extremely busy that day and had to change their appointments
to this evening. Liz wasn&amp;rsquo;t happy about it. She was still trying to quit smoking
and although Dr Perkins had made a lot of progress, she still
had this urge to light up. To keep that from happening, she began
to chew her nails.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>