Kate Ryan
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It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.
Read...Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
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...Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.
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...His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.
Read...“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.
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