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Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

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
Knowledge
Essential
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Remember
Tears
Oleanders
Every
Unless
Poisons
Mind
Nobody
Tattoo
Life
Inside
Tear
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