bloggerisms:

_{[ There is a loud scuffle on the other side of the cafe,
  and immediately that blonde head turns, brows furrowed with
  curiosity. It’s a rare afternoon out on his own, no cases
  with Sherlock or wedding plans with Mary. But it seems
  trouble is determined yet again to find him. ]}

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_{[ perhaps it is high time richard left. ideally, without
  the man’s knowledge. need he escape a situation,
  agility is what aids a compact build. alas, he has
  this to be thankful for. just skirt around the table
  he was seated at, on the side facing the door and
  run for the hills. easier said than done, as he ducks
  out of his confined shelter, only when it dawns on
  him that he is now in the clear sight of the doctor.
                   God help. ]}