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Mere Imagination (Part II) I couldn't have been out for more than ten seconds but it felt like much longer, despite the fact that when I came to Mr. Sherlock Holmes had not moved an inch. I had fallen flat on my face, now had a killer headache, and he had not batted an eyelash. What an idiot.Mere Imagination (Part II) in General Fiction More Like This
I went to push myself into a sitting position when a man, whom I hoped was the police, arrived at the door.
"Sherlock, I heard a thud. Is everything okay?"
"No," I mumbled from the floor before the wise-guy could get a word in edge-wise.
"Sherlock, who is this and what did you do to her?" the man asked, sounding rather alarmed as he bent
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