“Sherlock, you’ve put ‘Not Attending’,” said John, tapping away at his laptop and frowning over at his friend, “Why have you put ‘Not Attending’?”
As usual, Sherlock was spread-eagled across the sofa in a way designed to convey as much drama as possible with the least amount of effort. His violin was lying across his chest, one hand plucking
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The ending was gorgeous *squishes your fic*
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