Sherlock woke slowly. A carefully developed habit, stretching his senses to make himself aware of whatever he was waking up to. At Baker Street this would only take a moment. He would feel the material of the sofa against his neck, smell John’s faded cologne, hear his exhale as he quietly read the paper in his claimed chair. Then after staying
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I can't help but beat him up. Sometimes I even feel bad about it. XD
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More will be coming more regularly. Hopefully!
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YAY! We're like the same person!
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Glad I'm not alone!
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I'm totally with you!
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Thanks for reading!
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