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Sherlock X Reader - I'm Done!More Like This
“Ugh why must you frustrate me so?!” You yell out as you slam the door to his flat and stomp down the street. You had been working for Sherlock Holmes for the past few months ever since John had gotten married and it had been a complete disaster. Of course Sherlock was a beautifully intelligent man and also very handsome, but he was a complete lunatic. You let out a sigh of relief when you reach the café where you were to be having tea with one of your other friends. As you walk in the door you spot her sitting a few feet away and smile when she sees’s you. “________, over here!” She calls out and you smile as you quickly walk over and sit down beside her. “Oh what’s the matter you have that look about you?” She says as you order a cup of green tea.
“I have had it up to here with him. You know what he called me this morning? He called my existence Mundane, I just wish I could wrap my hands around his throat and,”