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Sherlock was bored. Excruciatingly bored.
John and Mary weren’t due back from their honeymoon for another two days (and eight hours, since their return flight would, in fact, be delayed by that amount of time because of the imminent uprising that would occur tomorrow in their honeymoon destination; a deduction made easy by the scarcity of news from that part of the world.) He needed to do something; what, he didn’t know. 1,702 more words