Milk

I want to age like milk, not wine, milk. Fatty, spoilt, chunky milk. I aspire to be a hag without all the health issues, a decrepit witch who lurks in the woods, preferably without back pain. If I'm wrinkled and old by age 20 who would suspect a simple little grandma of being so wicked. I could give out eerie warnings, tell tall tales of the past as if I were there. Lying seems to come so easy for the old. I would like liver spots and calloused hands without the fear of dying soon. All the mischief I could perform.

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