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Jack was hunched and pale. All he earned from his monthly visits to the town's market were diatribes, especially from the miller's daughter, whom he secretly loved.

He lived the forest, together with his mother who pitied his pain.

One day the old woman went to meet a wise troll, who gave her a magic lute. Whoever listened to its sound would be forced to grant the musician one wish.
He practised like mad.

Next time he went to the market his beloved immediately started mocking him.
But he played one single chord, smiled at her and said:

"Love me."

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