Back on the street, Watson looked frantically about for Henry Baker.
The man seemed to appear out of nowhere, leaning solemnly against a lamppost, his round profile haloed in a cloudy yellow beam.
“I tried to go home,” Watson panted when he got within Baker’s earshot, “but Mrs. Hudson didn’t know me, and the place was filled with-”
“But you never
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Mr. Henry Baker as "Clarence" = full of win!
I'm adding this to my Memories because I'm sure I'll want to read it again. *happy sigh*
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I didn't mean to bring tears (well, not too many). Thanks for sticking with it. :) And I sure appreciate the nice comment.
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Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that this fic has made me all snuggly inside and is a very sweet thing to have red before bed :)
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