Maxzyne’s eyes narrow. “She’s kind of creepy. Don’t you think? I mean, it must make her a little weird, being homeless. Because if she only talks to, uh . . . windows.”
“You mean she talks to mannequins. Like us.” Elise raises her eyebrows. Maxzyne nods, shrugging uneasily. “Well, at least Esmeralda really sees us. I mean, every once in a while, someone might stop to look at the merchandise. But they don’t really pay attention to us mannequins . . . not really.”
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