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Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

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
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Never
Love
Bloom
Concrete
Block
Room

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