The Goldfish Complex (Johnlock)
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It all became clear during that dance. That god damned dance. It all happened so quickly. Nothing like it had ever happened to him before, and knowing Sherlock Holmes, he hated the unfamiliar. But this...well, I suppose it was inevitable.
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