Adrian Monk (huge_fear) wrote in monk_onthe_mind,
Adrian Monk

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Monk's Apartment - San Francisco - Morning

The elegant stacks of silverware gleamed around the shadow cast by the countertop into the open drawer. It was unreal – for any sane person – to see the way each fork lined up with the one below it; someone could look through the tines, in fact, to see the bottom of the plastic tray.

Adrian Monk, though, was not very interested in this phenomenon. He was just looking for an excuse to fix something. And he definitely wouldn’t find it here.

With the utmost care, he rolled the drawer shut, glanced over the pristine tabletop, then the sink, and then wandered into his bedroom to shower and dress.

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