lt;pgt;American pros

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.","Go pray to God for a miracle," Elena shrugged. There's no cheap sympathy among paupers.,The car stopped at the roadside, and the muscular man who got out looked at Martin and said, "Martin Davis"。