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Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Knowing
November
Face
Fashioned
Faces
Destructive
Born
Gun
Girl
Rain
Truth
Girls
Like
Hold
Gunpowder
Learned
Exploded

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