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A full sized cardboard cutout of an airline hostess in her smart sexy uniform proclaiming ‘Fly me to New York’ took pride of place in the window. “Fuck! What chance have I got competing against that!” Christopher cursed under his breath. He moved past the travel centre, today he found it depressing, and looked into the other store windows not really concentrating on what he was looking at until his attention was drawn to a mannequin on display in an Op Shop window.
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The mannequin was dressed in a sixties era airline hostess uniform. It consisted of a dark blue skirt and a jacket with silver buttons.

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