April Clinton b. 1975

Several years ago, Ms. Clinton had a brief incident when a cast-iron skillet fell on her head. A CAT scan found no cats in her skull, but for 48 hours she believed she was Sherlock Holmes. At first distressed, her friends found this advantageous as she was able to deduce the location of a misplaced chihuahua, a hidden TV remote, and the lost City of Atlantic (''No, my dear fellow, it's the next exit!'' she exclaimed.). Ms. Clinton fully recovered but to this day enjoys a good pipe.

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