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In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn't change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.

Jeanette Winterson

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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
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Film Producer
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Manchester
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