She Stole My Love Story
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Summary
My boyfriend, Elvis, suffered from severe social anxiety. Or at least, that was his excuse for hating lines. He couldn’t stand waiting for anything.
On May 20th—the date every couple in the city rushed to turn into a wedding anniversary—I dragged him down to City Hall to pull our marriage license. He took one look at the queue stretching down the marble steps, turned on his heel, and walked away.
Then came the night my appendix almost burst.
By the time we reached the emergency room, I was doubled over, cold sweat soaking my collar.
