June 25.

Old Town Los Angeles, a household.

The warm candlelight shined through the window, and in the dark night only this one was still lit, and the yellow dining table was set up in the living room, and in front of the window sat the owner of the family, a young man of twenty-five with a blue beard, his father on the left, thirty years old, and his mother on the right, twenty-four years old.

The hour hand on the wall points to twelve, the bell strikes twelve, and there are very few people now

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