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[enarms]

John Watson (41) Ex-military doctor. Yes, that John Watson.

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Comments

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're awful.

[Half his charm, really.]

[enarms]

I do my best.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You have a 12 year start on me when it comes to being awful. Fascinating, isn't it?

[enarms]

Just imagine your potential. Thank God I'll probably be dead by the time you come into your own.

[ 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

I will be sure to honour your memory, Grandfather.

[enarms]

Pack of Whether's original and a glass of whiskey every year on my birthday or I'm coming back, mark my words.

[nineteenfortyfive]

As if death would prevent me from getting you surprises. Who do you think I am?

[enarms]

Careful. You're blurring the grandparent lines. I'm the old one today.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Every day, actually. I'm not saying you'd be mistaken for my father, but...

[Ahem.]

Though if it makes you feel better, I met a young man born in 1944. Upon hearing when I was born, the first thing he said was that I could be his mother. I'll see you in the museum.

[enarms]

[ must you hold the flames so close to my poor frail elderly skin ]

I doubt it. Unless you managed to avoid every single one of my genes.

I'll keep an eye out for your name next time I take a day trip.

[nineteenfortyfive]

John Watson, my dose of sunshine.