Kate Ryan
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I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.
Read...She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.
Read...He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.
Read...She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
Read...12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?
Read...Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.
Read...The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.
Read...She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.
Read...As an Uber driver, I have the privilege of talking to and eavesdropping on a sampling of L.A.’s finest, ranging from the clinically insane to the simply self-absorbed. As a writer, there is no end to the amount of inspiration my passengers provide.
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