New York City, the place where anything and everything could happen, you could make it, or you could break it. Luckily, for Kate McKinnon, she had made it, and she had made it far. From a broke university student cutting hair in her Columbia University dorms to being on the show of her dreams every week.
It was in the early hours of the morning when she saw her, curled up on a bench, hands clinging to a backpack that was almost falling apart. The girl had brown hair that was tied back into a loose ponytail, her features were sunken and the bags under her eyes were deep and hollow. Exhausted from the party Kate jogged up to the bench and shook the girl awake.
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hello friends!! i am BACK. im writing this story mainly on archive of our own but decided to put it up here as well since the kate mckinnon stuff on wattpad is rlly lacking but if u want faster updates then i suggest subscribing to me on AO3-- my user there is strangenat. anyways i hope yall enjoy :))
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the little things→ kate mckinnon
General FictionIn which a talented comedian takes in a girl on the streets. "May you always be the one who notices the little things that make the light pour through, and may they always remind you: there is more to life and there is more to you." - Morgan Harper...
