Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing KidneyJohn woke up to the sound of Sherlock snoring. The detective was sprawled over him like an octopus, and John estimated his snoring to be roughly 2,5 on Richter scale – he had become quite good at determining that.John pried himself from Sherlock's death grip and left the bed for kitchen. On the way there he glanced around the flat. Nothing was out of ordinary: Sherlock's experiments were scattered around the living room, the skull was in its place on the mantelpiece, the unicorn was standing in the corner, peacefully munching on hay... Wait, what?!"SHERLOCK!""...What?" Sherlock murmured."What the hell did you put in my tea last n
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