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Carolina beach music, Dupree said, coming up on the porch. The holiest sound on earth.

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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
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Atlanta
Georgia
Patrick Conroy
Donald Patrick Conroy
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