<?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>Glasscase on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/glasscase/</link><description>Recent content in Glasscase on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/glasscase/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Gift for Him</title><link>/stories/2011/01/03/a-gift-for-him/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/03/a-gift-for-him/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is covered by the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License (&lt;a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/" title="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/"&gt;https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Commentary:
I&amp;rsquo;ve been starting to think the females in my stories have been, well, flat. They only exist largely to service the plot, and have few real characteristics. So, in this one, I&amp;rsquo;ve decided to see if I could figure out the personality and motivation of a female. (Expect unrealistic shit. :)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve always hated her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was so self-obsessed. Never had time enough for people. Always doing things that would affect later, never now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>