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Jim narrowed his eyes and glared at Sherlock. âRubbish. Think of something more interesting.â
Sherlock groaned and felt exhaustion coming through. âIâm going to sleep. Shut up.â he slowly snuggled into his couch adn fell asleep.
he woke a good six hours later with a pounding in his head. He groaned, not opening his eyes.
"I took pictures of you, while you slept. But then again, I did draw horns on those pictures."












