So I was at a bracelet making workshop at my local library. I was talking to one of my friends and he asked, "Where did my girlfriend go?" I pointed to her across the room. He said thanks. And then he paused, and made this face:
"How did you know who my girlfriend is? I hadn't said who she was or what she looked like."
"Well," I said, "you were standing together when I came in, she seemed slightly threatened when I sat next to you, and you just said that she has
really small wrists. She was just complaining about how hard it was making tiny bracelets." And then I was like:
And then he was like:
And I was all like:
And he was like:
And then we where both like:
And then I was all like:
And then I changed the subject. Perils of being a Sherlockian I guess.
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