Kate Ryan
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She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.
Read...She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.
Read...She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.
Read...I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.
Read...Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.
Read...I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.
Read...He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.
Read...One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.
Read...The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.
Read...My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.
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