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She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.
Janet Fitch
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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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Unwashed
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I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.
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A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it
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