Philosophy

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It was late, after they had had a tiring case which made them exhausted. They were heading back to the flat hand in hand, when suddenly, a weird thought occurred to John:

"Sherlock."
"Hmpf."
"What are we exactly?"

"We are just some tiny snowflakes rotating in the cold weather on the Earth, with our existence having no reason, but to melt when touching the ground, therefore, our lives has no meaning whatsoever."
"I meant us, but never mind, baby, you're clearly more tired than I expected." 

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