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To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
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University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.
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This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.
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Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.
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When you're a little kid, you are small, your life is small - and you're terrifically aware of that. But when you read, you can ride Arabian horses across the desert, you can be a dogsledder.
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Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.
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I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?
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In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
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I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
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