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don't make me regret this I said, breathless. You haven't regretted me once. He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise. Patch&Nora ( p. 180)

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