You have to be nicer to me," I said.
Again he laughed. "What? I'm the King of nice. What are you talking about?"
"You have to be nicer to me or... or..."
"Or what?" he said. Still Lars, still charming and jokey, but with a thread of fear. It snaked in and pierced my numbness and almost broke my resolve. Almost, but not quite.
"Or I have ti break up with you." I whispered
What was there more to say? Nothing. So I hung up.

Auteur: Lauren Myracle

You have to be nicer to me," I said.<br />Again he laughed. "What? I'm the King of nice. What are you talking about?" <br /> "You have to be nicer to me or... or..."<br />"Or what?" he said. Still Lars, still charming and jokey, but with a thread of fear. It snaked in and pierced my numbness and almost broke my resolve. Almost, but not quite.<br />"Or I have ti break up with you." I whispered<br />What was there more to say? Nothing. So I hung up. - Lauren Myracle



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