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I stop working at about 3 p.m. on Fridays.
Patricia Cornwell
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Patricia Cornwell
Age: 68
Born: 1956
Born: June 9
Art Collector
Crime Writer
Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Miami
Florida
Patricia Carroll Daniels
Fridays
Friday
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