I almost feel sorry for this pair of grinning-ghoul mannequins. They are trying their darndest to fit in with the sexy, non-nightmare-inducing mannequins in the H & M window across the street. In that way, they're kinda like how we all were in high school: hideous, awkward, and desperate to be seen as desirable by the cool kids.
But my empathy only stretches so far. Sorry ladies, but cute hats and perky nipples are not enough to make me forget those freaky Joker grins. I'll feel sorry for you from the other side of the glass, thank you very much.
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