Last night I had a dream of a modern day miss Havisham, from Great Expectations. Everyday at twenty to nine she would drive up in a pink convertable and sit in the McDonalds parking lot in a wedding dress, crying, and eating a Big Mac. A black guy (who was probably Pip) would jump up from the behind the car, put a large stereo on his shoulder and shuffle around.
Oh Ms. Havisham, why u so creepy????
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