<?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>Pee on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pee/</link><description>Recent content in Pee on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pee/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Community Service</title><link>/stories/2017/08/03/community-service/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/03/community-service/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amber pulled on a sports top and Capri-length spandex leggings, then slipped her feet into jogging shoes before tying her orangish-red hair into a ponytail. A bitter smile crossed her face. How ironic, she thought—a ponytail. Then, like the five other young women in the stable, she left her stall for the parking garage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the next room were half-a-dozen sulkies. She positioned herself in front of hers—Number 4-and waited for the male workers to harness and bridle her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>