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Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.

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
Universe
Another
Thought
Peeled
Back
Layer
Feel
Layers
Feels
Whenever
Darkness
Alone

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