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John has a box. A nice one. All lacquered wood and shining copper. He’d say it’s his most cherished posession, if not for what is in it.

Sherlock doesn’t know about it. John thought he did, for a few very scary seconds, but as soon as he woke up stark naked next to a sticky and stinky flatmate, he dismissed the notion for what it was and went back

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[darmed]

is that
a good thing