classification:metropolis |
author:White Thirteen |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-08-29 17:37:15) |
A rusted spring top pokes through a discolored sponge and non-woven fabric.,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.,"Damn it!" Martin groaned, a headache coming on. Hell's own poor souls, afflicted with incurable diseases.。