Sherlock, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy ruining things. He was glaring at the trees, at the sky, at the weather in general as if it had personally offended him. As if it had taken his favourite pair of shoes and ripped them apart right in front of him, throwing them into a lake afterwards.
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