Black is the colour of my true love's hair....




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“Hello?”
“James Moriarty?”
“Yes, who is thi—?”
“Don’t bother to trace the call. All I have to do is take the SIM card out—”
”Alice.”
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“If you wanted a key, James, you could’ve just asked.”
“That would be terribly mundane. Why did you contact me?”
“Why not? I hear whispers of you everywhere. You’ve made quite the impression.”
“I’m aware.”
“You’ve caught John’s eye, you know. Even he’s heard the whispers.”
“Will he get obsessive like Sherlock Holmes, I wonder?”
“John is—”
“—ordinary, Alice, and aren’t ordinary people adorable?”
Подлая вселенная снова выцепила все нужное из головы, может как-нибудь потом я все же допишу.