HELLO MISS HAVERSHAM
Having a taco with Charles Dickens was
quite the event : People stopped to stare,
he fumbled over hard shell or soft, as if
it was a crab. The waiter got impatient,
and Charlie just dribbled on. Talking
the talk. He drank some Cerveza.
We stayed about an hour, and then he
said he really needed to be getting
back. I said, 'Who this time? Another
Tiny Tim?' He tried to laughed, but
only burped up taco sauce.
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