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The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.

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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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Melted
Hands
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Snow
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Cold
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