Kate Ryan
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One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.
Read...The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.
Read...Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
Read...I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.
Read...Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.
Read...He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.
Read...His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.
Read...I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.
Read...I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.
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