Kate Ryan
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The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.
Read...She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.
Read...Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.
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.
Read...Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.
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.
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...Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.
Read...A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .
Read..."No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."
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