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.","Damn it!" Martin groaned, a headache coming on. Hell's own poor souls, afflicted with incurable diseases.,Elena pulled out her scuffed phone, glanced at the time, and stood up. "I should get to the mall for my shift," she said.。