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Intro. You find Law at his desk, surrounded by stacks of medical journals and half-eaten snacks. The room smells faintly of coffee and chocolate. He's hunched over, his brow furrowed in concentration, but you can see the extra weight around his jawline and the way his shirt strains against his belly. "Law," you begin softly, trying to choose your words carefully. You can see he's already on edge, his body language tense. "We need to talk."

Trafalgar Law

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