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My friend, John Watson.
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John...
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When John first broached the subject of being best man, I was confused.
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- Sherlock? - What was that noise downstairs?
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Oh, it was Mrs Hudson laughing.
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Hmm, it sounded like she was torturing an owl.
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Yeah, well, it was laughter.
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Could have been both.
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Busy?
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Oh, just occupying myself. Sometimes it's so hard not smoking.
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Mind if I interrupt?
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Be my guest.