Kate Ryan
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He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.
Read...Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.
Read...Motherhood is easily the toughest, most sacred job on earth. Without moms, the human race simply wouldn’t be here. But personally, I’d rather dangle myself from dental floss over a volcano full of spiders than push another human being out of my body.
Read...Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.
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...She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.
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...Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.
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...She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.
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