[ SECRET POST #2641 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2641 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 018 secrets from Secret Submission Post #377.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 1 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
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Comments

[blueonblue]

• Sherlock ignored the 1812 Overture as it crashed around the room, snare drums and horns demanding he abandon his comfortable bed and face the grim reality of a day without cases.


• Someone more poetic than Greg Lestrade might have looked over the park's showy green to orange display and allowed his thoughts to dwell on how this 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness' brought back dreams of lost loves and squandered time.


• John had never been surrounded by so many penises.

(Poor John. I meant to re-edit the opening paragraph of that fic, and I guess I never did.)