Kate Ryan
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Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
Read...The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.
Read...I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.
Read...She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.
Read...She knows you’re not supposed to call it an “it,” but she honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl or . . . undecided.
Read...LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.
Read...At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.
Read...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...Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.
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