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"Meet Agnes. Me." The lady started, leaning forward from her chair, placing her glasses now foggy, by the table. "A woman who lives in the apartment behind a certain ex-soldier and the world's only consulting detective." "Why I speak in third person? Ignore it, you'll get used to it eventually." She smiled, waving it off as a daily occurrence, that nobody doubted untrue. "You see, these apartments have a front and a back. It used to be sold as one house, but as the time passed and rents got higher, they decided to divide them into separate houses. From that was born, A and B of 221 Baker Street." The little lesson was useful. For who? No one knows. "These are snippets of her, well my daily life, of me having to deal with the very particular neighbours, who enter through the door that used to connect the two -now separate- rooms every now and again." "Barging in isn't a one time thing, so read on if you want to learn more, like that one time when Sherlock and John had- oops, keep reading!" She put her glasses back on, and the temptation grew. "I shan't spoil no more!" Her little smirk had done it, and temptation had won its game. "See you later!" Said Agnes with a high brow, which knew something we didn't, closing her book and sipping some tea. Fog filling up her glasses once more. Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman's Sherlock. Credits to the BBC TV series and to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, whom this story would not exist without. Agnes and the plot is mine, and idea was from Tumblr. Enjoy! Vote! Follow! And Comment! noelicoan.
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