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In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
Janet Fitch
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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
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