Random, unsent, Post-Reichenbach letters written by John and Sherlock.
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John -
I encountered many problems in my solo life. Endless disguise and shadow-shacking exhausted me, it's true. The Irregulars helped. I was never not engaged in study or activity.
But these are tales for another time.
I write now to inform you of one thing, although- of course- you shan't receive this as I never send this to you.
But let us indulge in Karma, Mother Maybe.
The Great Question I am faced with today, something which has flummoxed me most peculiarly, is this:
I'm choosing jumpers, John, and I need to know of you-
Which do you prefer for me: red or blue?
SH
