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Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.

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Pat Conroy
Age: 70 †
Born: 1945
Born: October 26
Died: 2016
Died: March 4
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Basketball Player
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Atlanta
Georgia
Patrick Conroy
Donald Patrick Conroy
Thing
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Pewter
Flung
Shiny
Laughter
Air
Laughing
High

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