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May 23, 2009
"They have breast implants," Mark says with a frown, jutting his head toward the plate glass window for a closer peek.

"How's that even possible?" Sheila says. "They're mannequins."

"You can just tell," he says, nodding toward the lone undressed, disembodied torso, lying on its back in the corner of the display. "If they were real, they wouldn't jut upward like that. They'd fall off to the sides a little."

"But they're mannequins. They're fake to begin with."

"When I was a kid, the mannequins didn't have such obviously fake tits."

She wants to argue, but then realizes: he's right!