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    11 Dec 2013

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    These are darling! So far Focus is my favourite, or maybe Trade ;)

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    "I think I met someone," John says at his next therapist's appointment. "A friend." "Really?" Ella asks. She sounds pleased, and also surprised. "What's his name?" John nods. "Really. His name's Sherlock. He -- he plays the same game as me, the online one. We party together."

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    15 Jul 2012

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Not porny, just fun. Blissfully, gloriously fun. Darling, especially if you WoW :)

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    02 Jul 2012

    Bookmarker's Notes

    AQ's love of season 1 Sherlock, right here on paper. I mean screen. AQ's not love for season 2 evident in the lack of inspiration to continue this series. Still, it's AQ. Read every fucking thing. Seriously.

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    John isn't exactly a nice person, either.

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    01 Jul 2012

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    Brilliant author. Brilliant series. The characterizations... I just. Yes. Everything by greywash, every fucking thing.

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    The explanation for John "Three Continents" Watson? Jack Harkness is his father.

    Sherlock doesn't know whether he's going to die from jealousy or sexual frustration first.

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    09 Jul 2012

    Bookmarker's Notes

    'Sherlock made a noise suspiciously like a whimper. Harkness leaned in close, and good lord, he obviously didn't bother with masking his scent-pheromones-whatever because Sherlock was bludgeoned over the head with pure unadulterated silk pajama-clad tigers.'

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    Harkness leaned in and kissed John's forehead. As he straightened, he caught Sherlock's eye and winked. "Have great sex!"

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