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Sherlock sends an email to John, describing what he has in store.
"Regardless of everything that’s happened between us, you’re still a little self-conscious. I tell you you’re an idiot for that, but it’s okay because you’re mine.
I tell you you look charming like this; naked on the bed, arms spread like Jesus. Appropriate, as you are my Idol and I shall worship you. "