All Law's words were emptied into his articles—the best festivals, the best cafes, the best restaurants—when he finished typing there was nothing left. Sometimes I caught myself thinking that maybe if I was the Best Of something he'd have room for me.
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Law of Dreams
Short StoryLaw was perfect-it seemed. Tousled hair. Sharp wit. Trendy apartment. Trendy everything. He demanded attention without even opening his mouth. So why did being with him feel like losing yourself? A short story about new relationships-the wrong and t...
