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Vee said, I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker. He is not checking out a book with that title. But I wasn't so sure. It's either that of How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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