The mannequin was haunted by the thought that she could never reach
what she was intended to achieve. Never blend in with the crowd for
more than a few looks. But, from her stand-point, the only thing
keeping her from exacting her fate, is the tiny shards of paper with
stories on them.

She is completely confused by the objects. It seems they tell a different
story to each observer. So, she begs to have them removed, she wants
to have them gone. No matter what though, everytime she's dressed
they seem to be a necessity. Whenever she thinks she's finally made it,
and they finally look at her like one of them, she gets approached and
searched for her nightmares.

The mannequin cries inside -- for her dream will always be hindered by her "tags".

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