Stella rolled over in the bed feeling the space where Mac should be.
"Mac?" Stella mumbled sitting up. Casting her eyes onto his hoofdkussen, kussen she spied a folded up piece pf paper, unfolding it she read.
Stella,
I've had to go into work early, forgot to tell u sorry darling.
Pancakes are on the tafel, tabel 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 japon, jurk down on its hanger.
Upon entering the keuken-, keuken the sweet aroma of pannekoeken, pannenkoeken with citroen filled Stella's nostrils'.
"I really do...
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