<?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>Wind-Up on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wind-up/</link><description>Recent content in Wind-Up on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/wind-up/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Wind Up Robin</title><link>/stories/2009/12/14/wind-up-robin/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/14/wind-up-robin/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, I guess this is the place.&amp;rdquo; Robin McGillis said as she held up and matched the address in the paper with the address on the building. The place certainly didn’t look like a modeling agency. She hadn’t had a job for months.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Robin walked up and knocked on the door. A young woman with her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail answered. She had a pleasant smile encased in orange lipstick that matched her nail polish. What really surprised Robin was the white lab coat she wore. &amp;ldquo;You must be the young lady who called about the job.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>