Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

walked past, carrying a stack of leftover programs.

He did not look at me, keeping his eyes fixed on the exit doors.

I left the community center through the side exit, bypassing the parking lot to walk toward the bus stop.

At three o’clock, the UCLA library was quiet, the air smelling of old paper and air conditioning.

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