Oneword: Apron

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John slowly wandered downstairs at the smell of something burnt wafting around 221B. Peeking his head around the corner into the kitchen, he was amused to find Sherlock, dressed in Mrs. Hudson’s apron (probably stolen), meticulously inspecting a pan of what would seem to be the scalded remains of eggs. The furrowed brow on the detective’s face made John chuckle, as Sherlock inspected the eggs as though trying to find a cause of death.

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