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Satisfied, he asked the third daughter, ‘How much do you love me, my dear?’ The third daughter was more creative than the other two. She often got into trouble by saying clever things. So she said, ‘I love you like fresh meat loves salt.’ Her father frowned. ‘You don’t love me at all!’ he cried. ‘Get out of my house.’ And so he threw her out of the house. The girl cried and cried, but…