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Sunshine & Silver

“You’re Here!” I screamed as I ran to the front door and into Silver’s arms. I got a big whiff of his cologne,and almost knocked his wire-rimmed glasses off. He’d smelled like the cologne that I bought for him before he left for his business meeting. Cool Breeze I think it was called. It was tangy and sweet, but he was earthy and musky. He was sweaty for some reason. Silver smelled amazing though, he didn’t smell like chocolate... he smelled so much better, like how I’d imagine heaven smelling. He also had on his work suit, my favorite suit. His black jacket was undone with one sleeve out, his silky red tie slung over his shoulder, with his snow white button-up shirt untucked already when he walked through the door… he looked a mess. His jet black hair was tousled up, complimentary to the sweat trickling down his face, and his plain black pants that were amusingly too tight around him. They looked like they would cut him in half with the belt he had on! I smirked, trying my hardest not to laugh as the thought entered my mind that this man can’t even put on his pants without me. He looked down at me through his spectacles and grinned teasingly.
“What are you laughing about little miss Sunshine?”
“Nothing.” I said blushing and fluttering my eyelashes.
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Unexpected Love

He was so handsome it was uncanny. I felt like an oaf when I couldn't even get out a typical hello without stuttering.





Accounting is so boring, why did I want to go into this again? Does everyone hate their job as much as I do? Numbers, Numbers, Numbers... Blah Blah Blah! I get up from my desk, and go into that little lounge part where they have coffee... mmm coffee. I pour myself a cup, black two sugars, and get my Lasagna out of the fridge that I had packed from home, it was also my dinner last night, but don't tell anyone okay? People say it's not manly or it's girly to like things like cooking cleaning, taking care of people, or well just being me. I'm kinda feminine I know, but who cares? Not me! God, I should've been a hairdresser...
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Sherlock Holmes and the Red Ink.

As the apparent debt collector left he passed the papers to me with a huff, I glanced down upon the bottom of a page where, in red, was written 'a total sum of 103 guineas to be payed' et cetera, et cetera.

"This is not good Holmes," I say.
"I know it is not good Watson. It is clearly 'not good'. Why must you waste my time with such foolish statements."
"Fine but what are we going to do? This is not some criminal gang trying to extort money from you... it's the Bank of England man!"
"Be quiet Watson!" he shouted, "I need to think."

I had never seen Sherlock in such a mental state, the money had clearly been bothering him for a while and it was only now, after my input, that he forced himself to face the threat of bankruptcy.

"I need to think." His voice had taken on a softer edge, he slowly leaned forward and rested his head upon his palms.

"Holmes," I sat upon the arm of the chair across and talked softly to my friend. "Is their no way of accumulating this money?"
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Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Ivory Case.

"They are morphologically similar to the closely related porcupinefish, which have large external spines (unlike the thinner, hidden spines of Tetraodontidae, which are only visible-"





Holmes' talk was interrupted by a cry carrying across the thick smoggy mist which always hangs around the Thames, listening intently for a moment Holmes starts to sprint towards the cry.





A few moments later and the shape of three people appear from out of the smog, one appeared to be writhing upon the ground by the edge of the river, the other two had clubs and where beating the man. Mr. Holmes closes upon the villains.





"Oi," shouts the crook "get lost before I... I-


"Gor blimey, it's Sherlock Holmes!"


"Tarnation, we got a get out of the city!"





The scalawags flee as Holmes figure slows, stopping and kneeling before the body.





"Doctor," he tenderly touches the gagging form," your assistance would be greatly appreciated hear.
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