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It seemed to be fate, the first time you saw it; Shouting in the taxi to stop and let yourself go down; You knew that if you let this moment pass, you risk never having another chance. Looking at it through the window, she wore the most perfect dress you have ever seen, folds of satin enveloping her like a lover. But what held your gaze was higher: sunglasses; Subttally cut in the shape of a jewel with a Je-Ne-Sais-quoi that you cannot name but which made you cross traffic to obtain them. Here is "Mannequin" - The frames you have looked for all your life.