Kate Ryan
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She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.
Read...She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
Read...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...I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.
Read...I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.
Read...He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.
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...I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.
Read...One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.
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