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Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. “Kiss you.” “That’s not funny,” I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn’t stutter. “No, but it made you blush.
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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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