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She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Numbness
Detachment
Emptiness
Inside
Head
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