Chapter 1
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And I realized that I stumbled upon a particle of pixie dust. How incredible and unbelievable that could be. How can a person of my size stumble upon a dust particle? But this is no ordinary particle, this is pixie dust. Well, why would you care as a reader about a random person stumbling over something bizarre? You need know who I am and why are you reading this. I am Alexander Fedorov. From my name I appear to be a Russian, but I was born in London and grew up around this place. Never thought about changing my name because that was my only connection with my ancestors. By profession I am a dreamer. See, I stumped you yet another time. What type of a profession is this? Who dreams professionally...? well, I do!! I am a writer actually and thus I need to dream before I can put my dreams on paper for you to read. The interesting part is that I must dream with my eyes open. Experience tells us tha...