Sherlock was out again and John was left alone in the flat. Usually he liked slower days, they gave him some peace and quiet, but there had been a good too many of them lately. With Sherlock out so much doing God knows what, John had already begun to find himself getting bored. So why not? He had picked a few things up from Sherlock, and there was nothing better to do. He left the flat and began walking towards the Yard.
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