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.",She was still worried a few days ago that Martin, having gone from a pauper to an idiot and then back to a pauper, would be another mouth to feed. Now that her mood had eased, she nonchalantly said: "James is lucky to have been freed from the pain of poverty. We were the ones who dug his grave.",A vintage Dodge pickup truck rumbled down the cracked road, its side painted with a dancing man and the words "Beast House" below.。