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We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, she told him once. I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.

Melina Marchetta

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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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