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On the bare wooden walls of the living room, two yellowed posters were pasted.,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.",“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.。