The Golden Downtown
The letter from the hospital was three pages long, the font a sterile, clinical Arial that seemed to vibrate against the cheap manila envelope, and I read it three times in the breakroom, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room, the coffee in my mug growing a cold, bitter skin that I did not break. The total was twelve thousand dollars, a number that felt less like a sum and more...
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