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Date: 2024-12-31 11:20 pm (UTC)Sherlock merely hummed. He was standing at the stove in a pink apron which read ‘Kiss my Grits.’
“Are you wearing a hairnet, Sherlock?”
“Yes.”
John let it go and returned his attention to the newspaper.
That made me laugh out loud. And now I'm craving Waffle House.