I Don't Have Friends-- chapter one by 3Demma-lee, literature
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I Don't Have Friends-- chapter one
Dinner parties. Oh, how Sherlock hated dinner parties.
All his life Sherlock had attended them. 107 over the span of his 16 years as far as he could calculate. It was always the same. Dull unoriginal choice of orchestrated music, in the extravagant home of some person of political or social importance, filled with stuffy people. Of course his father was one of these persons of political or social importance, so he could always count on having to go.
Sherlock had returned home from after-school orchestra practice when he saw the look on Mycroft's face. Of course, the young man was good at reading people in general, but with his