I feel your pain, Mischa. The OC ended last night (tear), and though Marissa was killed off last season and barely mentioned in last night's finale (a locket just doesn't do one of the show's main characters justice, folks), it must have been a little sad to see it go.
So, sitting in her car with a new male friend (if it's romantic, way to upgrade, girl) smoking a something or other (she rolls her own cigarettes, Paris style, obvs)
seems like a logical way to escape the the show that made me famous got cancelled so I can't even be the girl who used to be on the OC anymore and my little sister is in rehab blues.
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