The  postman likes to deliver posts at about 8 o’clock in the morning. Only ever at like 8 o’clock! One of us gotta get out of bed in our pyjamas, go down about 17 flights of stairs, and meet the postman.

"I hate camping. Why do we have to go sleep in a field when we’ve got perfectly good beds?"

Sherlock’s square bracketed smiles/pouts



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