<?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>Dispense on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dispense/</link><description>Recent content in Dispense on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dispense/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Together we are Stronger</title><link>/stories/2018/05/14/together-we-are-stronger/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/14/together-we-are-stronger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="togetherwearestronger2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Who You Are When I’m Not There&lt;/strong&gt;
By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maeve sat by herself in the empty meeting room. The others had cleared out, and her last slide was still illuminating the giant video screen integrated into the wall. It made no sense. How could the firearms guys be so vague about the ero-drug situation? It seemed like the news was full of little else. How could they ignore it? But perhaps there was not so much news, perhaps it was simply a case of search algorithms showing her what she wanted to see.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>