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| Mark me, Hamlet! I could a tale unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy blood... | |
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| make thy two eyes, like stars, start from thier spheres... | |
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| and each hair to stand on end like quills upon the fretful porcupine! | |
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| You watched me pass that kidney stone, didn't you! | |
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