Kate Ryan
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For the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.
Read...One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.
Read...Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.
Read...Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.
Read...Light some candles and use those bath salts you've been saving for a special occasion. Masturbate for 55 minutes.
Read...One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.
Read...“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.
Read...He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.
Read...Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
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