Today’s installment of David Copperfield spam has a strangely melancholy tone:

foreshadowing of what she would be to me, in the calamity that was […] He replied, a wedding. And theyll all hate me for taking her away.

No images or stock quotes or anything this time. Seriously, the Spam Dickens had better tell me what he wants from me. I’m losing sleep over this.

Posted in You must come in, Copperfield, and rest

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