Kate Ryan
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Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.
Read..."No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
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...I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.
Read...He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.
Read...The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.
Read...At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.
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