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[jumpthegun]

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[armoured]

Then how am I supposed to get to the bottom of who's telling the truth?!

[If text could be a frustrated yell, that's what this text would be.]

[jumpthegun]

You aren't. Like I said, Al, this isn't your problem.

[And good God, is this what Alfie felt like when John was snooping around him at first? Because he can understand wanting to strangle himself now.]

[armoured]

I'm sorry, Dr. Watson, but it's become my problem now.

[He will never back down.]

[jumpthegun]

[John bristles.]

Then I think we're finished talking. Good morning, Al. Keep warm today.

[armoured]

Good morning, Dr. Watson.

[And he'll hang up there too.]