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The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Rattled
Oatmeal
Boxes
Rocks
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