lt;pgt;American pros

Martin sat on the sofa, dust dancing in the air made his nose itch, a sneeze about to erupt was thwarted by something hard poking his bottom.,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.",He turned and walked away: "Bill has been working for two months, cured twenty sheep and thirty-five cows, without making a mistake."。