瑪麗的雞湯我干了‘’When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope. When all else fails, there are two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat. Like they have always been there and they always will. “
remember the time when the music went on I felt the shrill from head to toe? Now it's just meh. Well guess nothing is forever exciting, not even Benedict (although the notion of Sherlock shall remain a soft spot in my heart, waiting for a better genius to realize. Who knows?)