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It's Thursday afternoon, and we have sports. These are the choices for the girls: watching an invitational cricket game studying in one of the classrooms or watching the senior rugby league. As you can imagine, I'm torn.

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
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Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
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