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Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Centerville
Utah
Better
Lowest
Nothing
Empty
Life
Ignorance
Full
Suffering
Half
Form
Anything
Humiliation

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