brief introduction:

With the end of the Mountain Laurel Festival, Atlanta's 2003 spring festivities officially came to a close.,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.",Elena pulled out her scuffed phone, glanced at the time, and stood up. "I should get to the mall for my shift," she said.。

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