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1870's It was a overcast and foggy day in london, the kind of day that makes the imagination dream up the mysterious and criminal.
In the dim lit rooms of 221b baker street, on the lounge couch lays Sherlock, he was in one of his contemplative moods verging on the edge of boredom. "You're starring" His tone was calm and even "Why?"
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