Cyril was an old thin man who has hair everywhere but the top of his head. His bushy eyebrows move with his emotions but his lip was in a perminate scowl. He was usually found behind a yellow painted cage that keeps him from the crazy people of new york.
His shop specialized in gold and silver, but in the front area there were some racks full of clothes and a couple of sheves full of interesting and uninteresting items.
Cyril is in his chair listening to a radio somewhere in the back and looking over some reading material, only ever looking up if the bell on the door ever rings.
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Subject: Cyril's Pawn Shop 
