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Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know themselves. Sometimes the line was very fine.

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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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