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Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.

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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
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Afternoons
Damaged
Silk
August
Afternoon
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Gauze
Streets
Inhaling
Late
Charleston

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