A man with the same coat as henry ran out of the exit onto the alley, the door flapping behind him. He ran at a fast pace from the alley, trying not to look too conspicuous to the pedestrians. After walking and running for a few miles, he stopped in front of a pawnshop in a not-so-crowded street. It was almost evening by the time he was there. The street lights were on and so were the light board of the shop.
Erin
Star pawn was written on a large neon board around a lot of LED stars on the edges on the top of the shop. The shop was old, was started by a bored middle-class man in the late 1960s. I knew the man; we used to be neighbors till he rose the social stair and moved to a better place. A small since they also wrote the 1960s on the board with the name with neon colors to prick you
