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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.,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.",Martin shook his head and said, "God doesn't bless the poor."。