Elena stood tall, her bleached-blonde hoodie stretched to comical heights: "Good. Get a job. I don't want to feed you slackers another week. I have two little kids to raise, and can't afford to keep you.",He was so poor, his pockets were cleaner than his face. Some thoughts just popped out of his head automatically.,"Go pray to God for a miracle," Elena shrugged. There's no cheap sympathy among paupers.。