She was a toll collector. She liked the job. In that little box people talked to her, kids werent afraid, men even smiled at her. And this made the woman happy. She worked nights so there were never any people in the streets when her shift was over. She planned it, this was precisely. Always the last to leave, always alone.
Some would say she was a monster, others just really different. She dreamed of being a beautiful dancer, a ballerina, but with such a figure she knew she would only get laughed at.
No one expects a toll collector to have dreams of becoming a ballerina, but for one lonely and terribly deformed woman, its all shes ever wanted. This is the story of how she finds happiness
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