The Video Blog of Dr. J. H. Watson
John’s voice cracks when he laughs, chuckling into his steepled hands.
“It’s funny,” he says, even though it isn’t, because it isn’t. “Middle of the night and I smell coffee.” He motions vaguely with his hands, but it’s as if the motion tires him out, isn’t…
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