lt;pgt;American pros

Elena plopped down next to Martin, rubbed her sore butt, and said, "You don't have ** for medical insurance, I can't afford to take you to a real clinic. Bill used to live on this street, he never charged us for seeing him.","Go pray to God for a miracle," Elena shrugged. There's no cheap sympathy among paupers.,A vintage Dodge pickup truck rumbled down the cracked road, its side painted with a dancing man and the words "Beast House" below.。