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I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Female
Stink
Dark
Distinct
Find
Perfume
Scent
Followed
Sexual
Wanting
Smell
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