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like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.

Janet Fitch

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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
Humiliated
Kicked
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Free
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