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You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
Mouths
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Crazy
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