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You -- cold read her, didn't you?

I may have told her to get her heart checked within the week.

The cancer will get her in the end, though.

For fuck's sake, Sherlock.

The tragedies of life.

You really feel for her, I can tell.

On my way back now. I have tea and a fly swatter in the shape of a cow.

It was... good of you. To help.

A fly swatter... Well, I guess everyone needs a proper souvenir from their trip to the grocer's.

Don't mention it.

Mm. London is consumerist hell.

Have you seen Mrs. Turner's new tenants?

Edited 2019-09-28 15:23 (UTC)

What, did Dan and Charles move out?

Who are Dan and Charles?

Edited 2019-09-28 19:27 (UTC)

Mrs Turner's -- tenants?

You mean Ginger and Flat-Feet?

I'm not even going to comment on that.

Did they seriously leave without letting us know? I always used to bump into Dan in the mornings.

Oh, who cares? The new tenants, John, keep up. They're drug dealers.

Sounds like they'll keep us both plenty occupied.

Potentially, yes.

Yeah, good. Are you home yet?

Yeah, I'm on the sofa. Might take a nap.

Dr Crabb is done talking now, too, so I should probably start paying attention anyway.

Have fun with - Dr. Schaefer? Sounds droll.

Getting creepy now, Sherlock.

Just staying in the loop.

Try staying asleep for a while.

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acuriousincident - 2019-09-28 19:55 (UTC) - Expand

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