‘Honestly,’ Margery huffed. ‘Put a skip on your drive and people think they can chuck anything into it!’ She gestured to the hulking yellow container that stood in their otherwise neat and well-kept garden. ‘Just look at that. A mannequin. I ask you! Who takes a mannequin for a walk on the off chance of finding somewhere to dump it? Must be an expensive one too, it’s very realistic. You’d think they’d take more care of it.’
Simon peered over the edge and his face took on a queer greenish tinge. ‘Erm….Margery darling? Perhaps you should go back inside. Please?’
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