Kate Ryan
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The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.
Read...At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.
Read...The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.
Read...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.
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...She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.
Read...She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.
Read...Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
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