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...One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.
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.
Read...“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.
Read...For all of you crazy people that think going to Target is ever a good idea during the holiday season, this is a list on how to survive a shopping trip to Target is for you…
Read...Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.
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...Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?
Read...My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.
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