Kate Ryan
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My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.
Read...“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.
Read...The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.
Read...Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.
Read...Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.
Read...She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.
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...At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.
Read...My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.
Read...Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.
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