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I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

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
Wonderful
Wandered
Books
Opinionated
Party
Whispering
Running
Spine
Hands
Reminded
Book
Shelves
Spines
Guests
Stacks
Along
Cultured

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