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Two Caught in the Draft of a Door Ajar

We're mannequins peering from a storage bin. We slouch across from the "No-Food" paper sign. Its message sags to a pulp taped to the shoulders of a glass door. Shoppers, incoming, their shared orange squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'. Crowdsourcing emboldens shame, our French kisses hung on tangy wind chimes breezes tongue.

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