So I had a dream the other night that my friends and I were going to hang out with Benedict Cumberbatch. To my surprise, he wanted to stay in the flat (not sure if it was 221B Baker St.), have tea, and watch Twilight. (Twilight?! Honestly.) But I would watch that horrid movie if it meant spending time with Sherlock's alter ego.



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