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Do you miss being friends with Santangelo? I ask her after the lights are out and we're almost asleep. What makes you think were friends? Everything. I hear her yawn. Being enemies with him is better. she tells me. There's a long pause and I think she's going to say something more but she doesn't and it's just silence for a long whil

Melina Marchetta

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