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.,"You better get some money!" Elena snatched a piece of bread and took a big bite. "I'm not going to hold it against you for all the food you've eaten this week, and all the mooching you've done these past few months. But this house rent, your no-good old man hasn't paid it in six months.",This reminded Martin, he searched his memory, sadly discovering that he was not as simple as a pauper.。