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Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Women
Firsts
Everything
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Always
Men
Oleanders
Screwed

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