lt;pgt;American pros

In a community within the city of Marietta, located in the outer satellite city, Martin-Davis hobbled into the living room, his injured knee protesting with pain.,Elena stood tall, her bleached-blonde hoodie stretched to comical heights: "Good. Get a job. I don't want to feed you slackers another week. I have two little kids to raise, and can't afford to keep you.",He was so poor, his pockets were cleaner than his face. Some thoughts just popped out of his head automatically.。