i am out on a walk, after finally packing away the last of my clothes. Mycroft had gladly assisted me in organizing a few of my bags though i do not believe he was very pleased to help or do anything at all today for that matter. suddenly, i see a little child run out of a store, dashing out right in front of me and then across the street, almost making me trip and fall over. horrible little children.. i mutter, noticing a scuff mark on my shoe, made by trying to stop myself from falling.
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