<?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>Inserted on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/inserted/</link><description>Recent content in Inserted on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/inserted/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Collar for Puppy</title><link>/stories/2017/04/02/a-collar-for-puppy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/04/02/a-collar-for-puppy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My nervousness reached a new peak as I waited in the park shelter. The late summer&amp;rsquo;s day provided a perfect day but I was sweating. The park we had decided on was perfect. My soon-to-be other half waits under the great tree, our guests seated and waiting for my appearance. As the music starts, I start down the aisle. My shoes sink into the deep lawn and a primal part of me wants to run. As my gaze darts around I see that smile. The one that never fails to make me weak at the knees. That smile that I live for. I surrendered myself to that smile, that powerful personality long ago. I focus on that smile, raise my head and manage to make it to the end of the aisle. Today we make things official by making our bond public.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Boys to Toys</title><link>/stories/2014/02/01/boys-to-toys/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/01/boys-to-toys/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What do you think she is going to do to us,” Marcus asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know Marcus! I just don’t know! I still don’t know what the hell she put in our drinks and at that, how the hell did she get us in this dark ass room without any help? Besides answering those questions, what the fuck did she do to our clothes,” Chris asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Marcus and Chris had spent all of last night at a nearby house party held by one of their classmates. At the party was a woman name Crystal Lewis. Crystal wasn’t really known to socialize with her peers much. At the same time, she would keep to herself thanks to all that people had said about her. She would often be made fun of and excluded from many activities. Interesting enough, you would expect such treatment while on a high school campus – but this is college.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>