lt;pgt;American pros

Martin grumbled and shifted to the other side, the damaged foam pad sunken into a crater, soft as one of Dani's giant balloons, cradling his most vulnerable areas.,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.","Damn it!" Martin groaned, a headache coming on. Hell's own poor souls, afflicted with incurable diseases.。