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Roadtrip? ROADTRIP!

Honeypie: can we listen to a podfic on the way home?

Me: yes! What would you like to hear?

Honeypie: Hm...a classic? Something like PIALR?

Me: Well, you might guess who did THAT as a podfic!?;)

Honeypie: no way...really?!

Me: *starts audio book app* *goes to aranel/CS file* *starts podfic*

Honeypie: *faints*

...

Sometimes later

AO3: There is a gag reel to this!

Me: *faints too*

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Thirty-five was the established boundary, Sherlock decided after extensive calculations. He would be dead by thirty-five. That was the kind of man he was. That was the kind of life he lived. At thirty-four, a year before his appointed rendezvous with oblivion, Sherlock met a man. Nobody special, or so he thought, an ordinary man--who soon proved extraordinary, a man who killed without hesitation to protect a life Sherlock cared nothing about. *** This is the story of how Sherlock Holmes lived long enough to grow old.

While preparing an excellent dinner on Sunday the honeypie and I listened to this (again) and were so touched (again) and so close to tears (again). @consultingcaitlin the things you do to me <3

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Explain this somebody outside of the fandom :D

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Ready for a nice podfic-A-thon for a long roadtrip:)