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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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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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