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We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.

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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Hung
Forget
Trees
Colouring
Fear
Gods
Sacked
Death
Bed
Hairy
Flesh
Hacked
Ones
Feeble
Pieces
Savages
Tree
Rome

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