pShe figured that with the police on her ass already, one more little violation wouldn't really matter. /p

pSo robbing the store didn't bother her too much. /p

pShe didn't kick open the window or the door. /p

pShe kicked at the alarm. It sparked, disconnected, fell. /p

pGood job, Faith. /p

pNow she yanked hard at the door, opening it. /p

pYou don't know your own strength. /p

pOh, but she did. /p

pShe stripped the mannequin from the window before realizing that she would never fit the clothing. /p

pShe grabbed new clothing- leather pants, leather jacket, white wife beater- and left her prison uniform folded in a neat pile next to a stack of spiked bracelets. /p

pShe left the mannequin lying on the floor like a corpse, staring with pupilless eyes at the ceiling without blinking, smiling without lips, nippleless breasts perking straight up, blonde wig still perfectly coiffed. /p

pShe bit her lip before doing what was possibly the stupid thing she'd ever done. /p

pShe redressed the mannequin and took it with her. /p