One/Seventy Two

"What a pretty store front," and it was a pretty store front, encrusted with pink lace and brick texturing. Aside from the constant horror of a sibling behind, it was also a pretty day. The sky was as huge as always. There were some clouds, but that was okay. There were some wires, and that was also okay. Lawrence prodded at the door, and it opened in it's usual well oiled manner. He would have to ask someone what they used on the white hinges, and how they managed to keep the entire area so clean.

Fully intending to induct himself into a proper society of urban mall hikers, Lawerence entered the first store. He fingered the tokens in his pocket and slicked his tongue over static puckered lips.