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Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Giddy
Exhaustion
Refused
Lover
Touched
Lovers
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Sleep

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