Miss Invisible (A Benedict Cumberbatch Fan Fiction)
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Last published Fri, Jan 11, 2019
It's Benedict's day off and he has decided it's going to be a good day. No paparazzi. No fangirls. Just him, his coffee, and an invisible girl.
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