there was a dozen years old girl with several dozen universes in her head. An only daughter, but sister to a flying black greyhound, with many summer weeks ahead of her. Apart from the four-legged, her company were the hours to be filled during the day.

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One day she took out white sheets of paper and coloured pens. Just drawing wasn't enough and it was in an imaginary conversation with herself that she had the idea of ​​drawing an idea, an advertisement. But that was not the epiphany that surprised her. It was to discover that in the adult world "creating" is a profession. "Cowabunga! I'm going to be an advertising ninja!"

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That was the best idea I had so far.