<?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>Oildrum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/oildrum/</link><description>Recent content in Oildrum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/oildrum/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Last Day of Her 29th Year Part 3: The Final Act</title><link>/stories/2013/02/15/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-3-the-final-act/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/15/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-3-the-final-act/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(a spiritual sequel to “&lt;a href="lastday_29thyear2.html"&gt;The Death of Doctor Vader&lt;/a&gt;“)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Final Act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hazel lay spent in the middle of the bed, breathing hard, panting almost, after our carnal act together. I rolled myself out from under the sheets and she lay there, staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning her head to look to me. I began to get dressed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hazel” I said softly over my shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Last Day of Her 29th Year Part 3: The Final Act</title><link>/stories/2013/02/15/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-3-the-final-act/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/15/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-3-the-final-act/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lastday_29thyear2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Day of Her 29th Year Part 2: The Death of Doctor Vader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_(a spiritual sequel to “&lt;a href="lastday_29thyear2.html"&gt;The Death of Doctor Vader&lt;/a&gt;“)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Final Act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hazel lay spent in the middle of the bed, breathing hard, panting almost, after our carnal act together. I rolled myself out from under the sheets and she lay there, staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning her head to look to me. I began to get dressed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>