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.,She glared at him, her eyes blazing like a towering mountain peak: “The worst thing that ever happened, this past Monday your dad ran off with my mom, claiming it was love and freedom!”,Martin was just about to ask a question, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter. "Your uncle died eight years ago," he said, "from eating the wrong flour."。