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If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Suffering
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Sinners
Sinner
Wounds

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