"that was close, we were nearly found out by Sherlock." Said John looking into the beautiful face of Donovon. He looked at her with a lot of admiration and a searing passion rose through his chest like acid reflux. She had a very beautiful and statuesque face "you have a really beautiful face" said Jhon. "Wow, thank you so much, it means a lot, to me that you would say, that I am beautiful, or rather, that I have a beautiful face, haha." "Haha, Donovan, you really are smart and funny." "oh stop it your making me blush." Said Donovan who was obviously really flattered and felt happy "no its true I want to be with you, it's just a shame that Sherlock cannot know." Said John with an unmaskable sadness. "we could run away together like in your favourite BGs song" said Donovan "its my favourite because every time I hear it I see you're beautiful and statuesque face in my minds eye." Said John "our spirits could fly away together and then "spirits having flown" we could run free… frees as a bird." In that moment. John imagined himself and Sally, unrestrained by the shackles of everyday life, of their work, of clothes, of Sherlock's omniscient prescence. But thruthefully, he cared about Sherlock. He knew he could not keep lying to his old friends. But he felt trapped. Trapped, like a fly, in a sealed packet of bread. "What shall I do?" Thought John.
"donovan there is something I need to ask of you. A big favour. Will you…."
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