The Isolated Blurt Thread XX: The Ghost of Blurt Threads Past

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I wish age would wither a few stone off me.

Do not wish your flesh away. Time will do that to all of us soon enough.

When Hamlet desired his too, too sullied flesh to resolve into a dew, he was dead a few thousand lines later.
 
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