lt;pgt;American pros

On the bare wooden walls of the living room, two yellowed posters were pasted.,The front door swung open from the outside, and Elena-Kate, with her brown hair tied in a ponytail, came in, her key dangling from her hand. Her younger brother, Harris-Kate, carried a paper bag behind her.,He was so poor, his pockets were cleaner than his face. Some thoughts just popped out of his head automatically.。