Loving my Captor
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Last published Sun, Mar 26, 2017
I spun around as fast as I could, only to be met by a damp cloth being pressed against my mouth and nose.
In that moment I felt as though my heart had stopped being. My vision was beginning to blur and darken, but not before I got a glimpse of...
...my beloved Sherlock Holmes, finally reuniting with John Watson.
I couldn't have asked for a more touching and heartwarming sight as I lost consciousness.
Goodbye, Sherlock...
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