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I shrug. I'll probably mention that I'm in love with you. He chuckles. Only you would say that in such a I-think-I'll-wash-my-hair-tonight tone.

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