Kate Ryan
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Light some candles and use those bath salts you've been saving for a special occasion. Masturbate for 55 minutes.
Read...Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.
Read...Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.
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...Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.
Read...The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.
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...He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
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.
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