Late one night as I was on vacation, I heard a sweet voice singing. As if in a trance, I got up and traced the source of the voice. I came out of the room, past the dusty alleys and to an abandoned shack. There I saw an outline of a girl, facing me.

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Now, I weave my melodies late at night. I sing magically and many, many boys and girls are lured to the shack.

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