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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.,Martin was just about to ask a question, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter. "Your uncle died eight years ago," he said, "from eating the wrong flour.",Maryetta was a small town in the sparsely populated southern suburbs, even in the dilapidated community of Clayton where Martin lived, every house had a small yard in front of its detached wooden dwelling.。