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When I was in second grade, my mother moved from Miami to this evangelical conservative environment in western North Carolina, two miles down the road from Billy Graham and his wife, Ruth.
Patricia Cornwell
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Patricia Cornwell
Age: 68
Born: 1956
Born: June 9
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Miami
Florida
Patricia Carroll Daniels
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