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Some of us weren't born for rewards, Froi. We were born for sacrifices.

Melina Marchetta

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Froi
Sacrifices
Weren
Rewards
Sacrifice
Born

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Teresa, Teresa. Have we taught you nothing? Raffy says in an irritated voice. It's war. You go in and you hunt him down until he realises that he's made a mistake.
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