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        Shelovedhidinginsidemascotcostumes,speakingthroughastranger''svoice,steppingintoinventedlives.Whowouldshebetoday?Whatwoulditfeelliketobecomesomeoneelse?

        Blendingintovariousroleshelpedherimaginewhatkindofbeingshereallywas.

        Here,Reyacouldshedtheweightofwhatshewassupposedtobeandtouchherraw,authenticstateofbeing:aspiritthatrefusedtobetamed.

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        AfewhoursbeforeQuasimodo''sdeath

        Theweatherwasbeautifultoday.Thesunblazedoverhead.Althoughitwasn''ttheweekend,theamusementparkstillteemedwithpeople.

        Reyaloungedinsidetheoversizedbearcostume,slouchedonabenchintheshade,eyesclosed.

        Shecouldsensethevariouscolorsofenergyradiatingfromthecrowd.Themoreexcitedsomeonewas,thebrightertheirhue,likecountlesstinysunsdriftingaroundher,bathingherinlight.

        Therealsun?Itdidn''taffecthermuch.Evenlayeredinplushfabriconasummerday,shedidn''tfeeltheheatthewayothersdid.

        Amongthecrowd''sswirlingcolors,onefigurestoodout,drapedingreyish-whitelikecooledash,eerilydetachedfromtheworldaroundthem.

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