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Whump!Sherlock fic pt. 1 (Untitled) "Sherlock, I got the milk!" John Watson struggled up the fifteen steps (which he knew so well from dragging the grocery shopping bags up the stairs every week) with his arms full of groceries.
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"Along with every other damn thing you asked me to buy," John muttered under his breath. "Oh, no, don't mind me," John yelled into the flat in the general direction of Sherlock's room. He didn't see Sherlock.
John dropped the plastic bags on the kitchen table and began unpacking them. "Just leave me to go out, pick out the groceries, pay for them because I'M the one with the job, a steady source of income, get into a row with a bloody chip-and-pin machine, AND come home and unpack. Just sit there, Sherlock, and do nothing. It's all fine with me!"
Sherlock gave no reply.
After ten minutes of unloading and organizing the groceries, John called out again. "Sherlock, I'm not really that mad. Just- if you helped out s