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I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
Janet Fitch
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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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