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Martin grumbled and shifted to the other side, the damaged foam pad sunken into a crater, soft as one of Dani's giant balloons, cradling his most vulnerable areas.,Martin took out the bread and munched on the fried chicken, recalling his injury and previous job as he spoke. “The house repairman owes me two weeks’ pay, and then there was this injury,” he said, trying to think of ways to make more money.,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!”。