Kate Ryan
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Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.
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...The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.
Read...At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.
Read...The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.
Read...One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.
Read...Light some candles and use those bath salts you've been saving for a special occasion. Masturbate for 55 minutes.
Read...“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.
Read...I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.
Read...I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.
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