No One Ever Gets to Me

No One Ever Gets to Me

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Aug 18, 2015
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Fiction
Mystery
If I had known back when I had first met the obsidian curled detective with the high cheekbones and rude demeanour that I would end up being in mostly ridiculous situations on an almost daily routine, I wouldn't have changed a thing. If I had known that within one day I would have moved in with him in the perpetually cluttered flat and started solving crimes of every manner and oddity, I still wouldn't have changed a thing. Sometimes the most unexpected things turn out to be the most loved. So went another day in the now infamous address of 221B Baker Street. Until I received one phone call that changed my life.
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