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On the bare wooden walls of the living room, two yellowed posters were pasted.,“You two idiots, take me to the vet!” Martin swore, snatching the paper bag without ceremony.,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."。