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"Sherlock!"
Sherlock groaned, and dropped one of his arms over the side of the sofa. "Yes, I know it's a kitten, John. But save the hysterics for something else. It wasn't as if I vivisected it. It was dead when I found it. I needed to know how it died for a case. I conducted a necropsy. It's a perfectly…"
"What? The dissected kitten on the table?" John appeared in the doorway holding a wet mug and a towel. "I'm not bothered about that. I hate cats. I just wanted to ask if you were having tea."
"Oh… Yes, thanks."