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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Very nice and sweet fic, thank you for sharing it. :)
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Err, very late comment is inexcusably late, but I was saving it for a time when I would have an uninterrupted moment to read it all. Merry Christmas!
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This one was so perfect and it combined my favourite Christmas movie with my OTP. What more could a slashy fan-girl ask for?
Thank you for sharing your impressive talents. I look forward to reading more on your site.
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