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Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Humans
Depression
Anger
Suffering
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Human

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