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We pass more women with swollen bellies hurrying towards the godshouse and Arjuro presses a kiss to Tariq's outstretched fingers. 'She's mocking me, runt of our litter,' Arjuro tells him. 'The Oracle is mocking me for choosing a man to share my bed. And her punishment is that I spend the rest of eternity staring between the legs of women.

Melina Marchetta

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Towards
Kiss
Litter
Pass
Punishment
Mocking
Eternity
Presses
Oracles
Spend
Tells
Swollen
Runt
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Legs
Hurrying
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Kissing
Belly
Outstretched
Women
Bed
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Bellies
Men
Fingers
Staring
Oracle

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