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Logical Tom begs emotional stupid dickhead Tom not to ask the question. 'Are you alone?' he asks quietly. He hears her breathing so close to his ear. 'Yes.' 'Good,' he says, his voice croaky. 'I'll sleep like a baby.
Melina Marchetta
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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
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Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
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