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John Watson was number 2. His hair was black, his nose was pointy, and his skin was exaggeratedly pale. He was the image of an angel. His blue-eyed angel.
☆ Sherlock was number 1. His brother, even though he didn't say it, was jealous. His brother was number 2. With gray hair since he was 14 and an obesity he couldn't control because of another kid out ther
It was funn
☆ "Oh, John! I think I met someone with your face
Being dragged away by Mike Stampford wasn't his idea of a peaceful Sunday, but there he wa
He saw him; it was him. The magical moment was interrupted by a voic
"Two freaks??" Stupid Sall
"Shut up, Sally!" Sherlock threw his teacup in her fac
This stranger's kiss changed him; his hair was now blond, his nose bigger, and he was shorte
"You're... you're mine," he says excitedly.
