<?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>Infernofothesoul on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/infernofothesoul/</link><description>Recent content in Infernofothesoul on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/infernofothesoul/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Together at Last</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/together-at-last/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/together-at-last/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I awoke to my cell phone ring loudly on my bedside table. 
Groggily I answered the phone.  “Hello”
I said yawning, but was quickly awakened by the sound of the voice on the other
end.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Draen I bet you don’t remember me.” The woman’s
voice said with a bit of an attitude. How could I not remember that voice it was
the voice of the woman I loved it was Sam. 
A little over two years ago we had meet on the net and started dating. 
After a few months into the relationship I found out she lied to me about
her age and at her parent&amp;rsquo;s threat I had not talked to her since.  &lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>