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him down.
And so the king spoke:
- Yes indeed, you’d be happy to see me be
destroyed, because that’s what salt does, it comes
undone wherever it is put. I can’t have a little
brat like you living with me. Be gone, damn you,
leave this house and go wherever you please, I
don’t care, just as long as you get out of my face. I
don’t want to see you ever again.