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Welcome to 221B. State your name, case--Ah you're an obvious one; so ordinary. You're here from the depths of the internet. Judging by your hands. You've been up since three in the morning reading fanfiction before you realize you have things to do. You suddenly ponder why you'd be stupid enough to stay up that late when the affects from sleep deprivation start to hit: the bloodshot eyes. Isolated and lonely. Obviously.
I find it quite creepy that you know so much about me, however, I'd be a hypocrite, for I know so much about you. The difference is that I learn and discard the information when its use is no longer there. You, on the other hand, study me like a religious figure to hopefully be noticed by me. Well, you have been noticed by me, and I have three words for you: You. Repel. Me.
However, my original deduction has hindered slightly, seeing as you've kept reading. You're not as ordinary as I had expected. The cases lately have been rather extensive and Mrs. Hudson keeps taking my skull; so, what do you say? Be my John Watson?
The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street.
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