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"—Maybe you're lucky and the next bullet IS two turns away, not one."
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"—Maybe you're lucky and the next bullet IS two turns away, not one."
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“—I always say ‘Morning’ INSTEAD OF ‘Good Morning,’ because IF IT was a good MORNING, I would STILL be IN my bed and not TALKING to people.”
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Joan struggled, hands bound tightly behind her back. The room around her was dark and had only a single light it resembled an interrogation room like the ones at Scotland Yard except this time there was no glass that she knew looked into another room. Joan knew this had to be the result of Sherlock pissing someone off, that was always why she ended up in these situations. Who ever grabbed her this time certainly knew what they were doing though, the ropes that were burning her wrists as she struggled to get loose were tied in a way that she started to realize the more she struggled the tighter they got which finally prompted her to stop, if she could see what she was doing this would be easier. When the door finally opened she looked up "You know at this point I'm not even surprised any more," she said leaning back against the chair and rolling her eyes.
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“What are you doing?
— God, being back here has reminded me how much I love and miss Jim D; So anyway LIKE THIS for a starter from the consulting criminal!
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Paleness frosted HIM, coldness frosted HIM; more than the otherworldly charms themselves DID. A parched VAMPIRE PRETENDING to be human WHILE at the GRIPS OF HIS INSANITY, HIS brow heavy and forehead clammy. “ —S,” breathless, he reached out for the nearest surface. “I can STILL smell IT I can STILL-” growls that were RECITED as self WHISPERS echoed only IN HIS ears, for energy was baron.
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“—Does THIS rag smell LIKE chloroform to you?”
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“—For the THIRD and FINAL TIME - I’m a user not an ADDICT, no I DIDN’T make a LIST and no I haven’t ‘completely gone off the RAILS’, as you so POETICALLY LIKE to put IT.”