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I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.” “This is called you’re crazy.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Centerville
Utah
Stranded
Borrowing
Stealing
Crazy
Called

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