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she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
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University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Whispered
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Mother

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