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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
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University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Tear
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Insult
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Poison
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Every
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