One day in early spring [Holmes] had so far relaxed as to go for a walk with me in the Park, where the first faint shoots of green were breaking out upon the elms, and the sticky spear-heads of the chestnuts were just beginning to burst into their five-fold leaves. For two hours we rambled about together, in silence for the most part, as befits two men who know each other intimately.
sherlock holmes, whapping his muddy fucking foot up onto john watson’s knee and gesturing at his trousers like vanna white: now by show of deductive skill, i will tell you where i was today, as if i did not walk there myself,
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