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    “It’s not a date.” John said quickly.    “I know it’s not.” Sherlock replied just as fast.    “I just don’t want to waste my money.”  John rationalized.    “Of course.” Sherlock’s tone was unconvinced, though John assumed he was just teasing him again.    It was Valentine’s day and John had bought tickets to a nice dinner theatre weeks ago, but this morning Sarah had phoned him to say she felt like death warmed over and that he’d better not come round unless he wanted to catch a really nasty flu.  He told her he didn’t mind, and w