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Another day, another opportunity to feel useless and restless. They had brilliantly solved another case with his help and now after stuffing themselves silly and sleeping most of the day, he awoke to find himself alone and impatient.
He got up and called out for his partner in crime. The flat was silent. He sighed and went to lay on the couc. He stared up at the ceiling willing for something interesting to happen. But nothing happened. Frustrated, he began pacing the flat from one end to the other, muttering. It wasn't until Sherlock came home that John calmed down.
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