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She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his.

Melina Marchetta

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Melina Marchetta
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: March 25
Screenwriter
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Carmelina Marchetta
Always
Beat
Held
Beats
Gently
Control
Pulse
Hand
Beating
Felt
Placed
Hands
Match
Heart
Perfectly

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