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How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.
Janet Fitch
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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.
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The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
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In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
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The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?
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I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
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