The Space Between Two Futures
The summer of 1999 arrived in Palo Alto like a fever that no one wanted to break. Marcus Chen sat on the roof of his building on University Avenue, legs dangling over the edge, watching the California sun bleed orange across the Santa Cruz mountains. Below him, the pizza place had already closed, but the line at the Gelato spot next door stretched past the palm trees. Everyone was rich and...
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