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John is busy with Mary and Rosie and doesn't notice sherlocks falling through the cracks. He's breaking every second and hurt is like a cloud gathering. Maybe it all might just be too much for the self proclaimed emotionless broken man, maybe John will notice that Sherlock isn't coping... or maybe it's not that fall it's the landing that's the killer?
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