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Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.

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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her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth
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The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
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