Stella rolled over in the cama feeling the el espacio where Mac should be.
"Mac?" Stella mumbled sitting up. Casting her eyes onto his almohada she spied a folded up piece pf paper, unfolding it she read.
Stella,
I've had to go into work early, forgot to tell tu sorry darling.
Pancakes are on the mesa, tabla for you. I'm cooking tonight!
Love your most gorgeous, darling husband,
Mac x x x
'Maaaac' Stella thought to herself, sliding her feet down onto the floor and pulling her dressing vestido down on its hanger.
Upon entering the cocina the sweet aroma of panqueques, tortitas with limón filled Stella's nostrils'.
"I really do...
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