1886
I woke surprisingly late on the morning of the twenty-ninth of December, 1886. Holmes lay above the blankets beside me without collar or cuffs, stripped to his waistcoat and propped up on one elbow, watching me carefully. I in no way objected to his presence - in fact, it had struck me sometime in mid-April of that year how very
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WAAAAAAH! *faints* Man up, you two, and I mean that in every sense of the word!!
(Need I mention I love it more and more...?)
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Thank you!
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Alright. I love it more and more. XD
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Ahhh, I needed that. Thanks!
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lfeda;.
HG.
*thunk*
So's you know.
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Thanks for continuing to read and comment! Means a lot.
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However meagre the snow is, d'you think you could send it over here? It's too hot. Stupid summer.
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