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I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
Hard
Cared
Cold
Stars
Truth
Nothing

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You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.
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