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I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Fell
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Ivory
Tables
Dry
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Pool
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she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.
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