<?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>Pheromone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pheromone/</link><description>Recent content in Pheromone on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pheromone/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Werewolfie</title><link>/stories/2022/10/29/werewolfie/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/29/werewolfie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Doria looked down at the text on her phone and started to cry. “He doesn’t understand,” she softly sobbed. Nobody understood. The few people she had told about her condition didn’t believe her. How could she possibly convince Mark that there was a real reason that she absolutely couldn’t go to the big Halloween party next week?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She went with him last year. He knew that she was at the party the year before with Jaime, her then current boyfriend. He remembered her at other Halloween parties from when they were growing up. He thought she liked Halloween.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>