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One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Anything
Outright
Bear
Bears
Kill
Pain
Cannot

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I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
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