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I want to be sitting in front of my computer, where you can press a button to block out your junk mail. These two are my junk mail.

Melina Marchetta

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