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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.",She was still worried a few days ago that Martin, having gone from a pauper to an idiot and then back to a pauper, would be another mouth to feed. Now that her mood had eased, she nonchalantly said: "James is lucky to have been freed from the pain of poverty. We were the ones who dug his grave."。

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