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A womans mistakes are different from a girls

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Womans
Mistakes
Girls
Mistake
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Different

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her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth
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I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
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