Kate Ryan
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The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.
Read...Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.
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...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.
Read...I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.
Read...“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.
Read...Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.
Read...She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.
Read...His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.
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