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The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.
Janet Fitch
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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
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To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
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How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.
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