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 pulled out her scuffed phone, glanced at the time, and stood up. "I should get to the mall for my shift," she said.,“You're the one who should be paying for applause! I always give you hundreds of millions worth of goods!” Martin said, sounding completely justified.。