As a child I grew up with the belief that tooth fairies were exist and will give us a penny for every broke tooth I have. Like a curious squirrel I put my fallen tooth under my bed , and next morning ..I found nothing.

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I'd like to call my self or imagine , as a 1940s something writer , sitting on a vintage desk in front of a vintage typewriter , smoking cigarettes and a cup of coffee beside me , with a really messy hair and clothes , due to the deadline waiting for me.