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“You’re spoiling that boy of yours,” said Maggie’s grandma. “Ten pounds from the Tooth Fairy for each tooth! In my day...”
“I know. In your day you got sixpence.”
“I’m just saying...”
Grandma’s nagging voice faded away as Maggie imagined how handy ten pounds for every tooth in her own head would be, especially with Christmas just round the corner.
That night Maggie dreamed of a demonic tooth fairy wielding a pair of bloody pliers. She woke up in a sweat, and realising it was only a nightmare, sighed. Breathing more easily, Maggie ran her tongue across the tops of her teeth, but felt nothing except the soft flesh around her gums.
Maggie leapt out of bed. With one hand she switched on the bedside light, and with the other she pulled away her pillow. Beneath the pillow lay a pile of thirty-two, crisp ten-pound notes.
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