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Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Hair
Lover
Peace
Mouth
Death
Tongue
Running
Mouths
Caressing
Two
Lovers
Promising
Like
Fingers
Trigger
Sorry
Triggers
Ears
Pulled

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