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serena took a long hard look at the mannequin she’d taken from the alley. it was perfect -- adjustable torso, made for forming dresses -- and it was just standing there right next to a pile of broken plastic mannequins, plastic bags and old shoe boxes. her tote bag was already full with clothes she’d also found in the other bin. surely they were all bound for the rubbish...at least that’s what serena hoped they were doing there. she’d seen it stand there for 3 days, the pile only getting smellier, and she thought...well, what was the harm? embarrassingly, she thought to herself: finders keepers...?

caught in her thoughts, she didn’t realise that she’d wandered onto the middle of the walkway, on a collision course to the people walking in the opposite direction. when the rolling mannequin skipped over a crack on the pavement, she tried to catch it but ended up pushing it further away from her.