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Dying Detective: Insufferable
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2dstupot.livejournal.com Canon Story: The Dying Detective
Title: Insufferable
Author: 2dstupot
Rating: G
He calls me insufferable. I brought him soup this week. He shattered the bowl and talked of oysters. I wept, watching him die—sallow skin, pinched cheeks. Now, Watson eases on his coat. He laughs, so alive. My cheeks burn with his deception.
Title: Insufferable
Author: 2dstupot
Rating: G
He calls me insufferable. I brought him soup this week. He shattered the bowl and talked of oysters. I wept, watching him die—sallow skin, pinched cheeks. Now, Watson eases on his coat. He laughs, so alive. My cheeks burn with his deception.
Watson keeps a revolver in his desk. Pray tell, how many bullets would it take to kill him?
AN: Yay, my first one. Exactly 60 words. Wow, it really takes some playing around.
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