<?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>Window-Dresser on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/window-dresser/</link><description>Recent content in Window-Dresser on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/window-dresser/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Still Life 2 - Changing Parts</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/still-life-2-changing-parts/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/still-life-2-changing-parts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="still_life.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two - Changing Parts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was two days in a window, and then three months in a box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s amazing how you outlook on life changes when you’re just a collection of parts in a cardboard container.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’d started a few months before with my girlfriend, Candi. She’d found some magic coin, or so she told me, and made a wish so that she could turn me into a mannequin whenever she wanted. I thought it was crap, but I was wrong; the magic worked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>