Puck was running quickly away from the mall that dark night as well as the cops standing officially in front and to the side of the entrance. He'd run out of the mall and past the cops. He knew you shouldn't ever run from the cops when they caught you but he'd run before and they'd never found him. The teenager who worked at the store he'd left had been talking on her phone during the time he performed the act. The cops had almost caught him this time.
He ran down the street and into an alley where he met his thin dark haired friend who was sitting on the dark pavement against the wall of a tall brick building, drinking something out of a brown paper bag. Puck went and sat next to him. His friend handed puck the bag.
"Thanks man," puck said taking it.
"Sure. Did you get it?" his friend asked, looking at him.
"Yeah look in the bag."
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