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So between you and me, I tell Justine on the phone that night, we're either bitchy or stupid. Oh God, she moans. Everyone thinks I'm an idiot. Thanks!

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
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Moans
Everyone
Justine
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Night
Idiot
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