You regret the loss if your phone, of course, but the tooth fairy gave you brand new market price and so you bought a new one with the cash and pocketed the rest.
You experiment. Sticking items under your pillow is better than the hassle of Facebook marketplace.
She doesnât take the plastic plate set youâve tried to sell for weeks, but she takes a gold rimmed china saucer from your Grandmaâs old set. You get brand new market value for it - from 1946 when it had been bought.
She ignores jeans and books, but trades for spoons and costume jewelry. The tooth fairy, you realize, is a bit of a magpie. If itâs a little bit shiny, sheâll give you cash.
You clear out the jewelry table at a garage sale, place them one by one under your pillow. The amount you get varies, but still is brand new market value of when the item was originally bought. Nothing more than $50, but thatâs better than the $8 you bought it for.
After a few weeks, something changes. Your bank account isnât as empty, your pillow is thicker. You take a nap, because sleeping on items isnât the most comfortable. You wake up to a crinkle, a note next to your nose.
The writing is tiny, you need your phoneâs magnifier to read it, but it turns out just as youâve been using the tooth fairy, she wants to use you. Sheâs dropped off a list of wants; hints at a finder fee in cash or precious metals.
Itâs specific, odd stuff. A clean dollar coin. A chandelier crystal. A reversible sequin pillow. Antique holiday ornaments. Photo hooks. All, you think, easy to get.
You sign her contact with purple sparkly gel pen and offer it as a freebie.
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