The Golden Downtown
The eviction notice lay on the kitchen table, its paper yellowed and soft at the edges from where I had held it too long. It was a standard form, printed in a stark, bureaucratic sans-serif that seemed to mock the handwritten signatures at the bottom. The hospital wanted four thousand dollars by Friday, or they would discharge Mara. I stared at the numbers, the zeros multiplying in my mind like...
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