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Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.” “She needed a ride.” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?” “Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
Hands
Climbs
Kind
Hips
Ride
Slowly
Jeep
Saws
Jeeps
Inside
Pose
Needed
Adopted
Start
Climb

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