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He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He could never see the similarity between himself and Donnie Draino screaming into a mic.
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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here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
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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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