Kate Ryan
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She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.
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...Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.
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 doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.
Read...My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.
Read...I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.
Read...LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.
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