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A cliché is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.

Janet Fitch

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