Emilio had risen from bed was preparing to go to work.
“Stella, we need to go bowling,” he whispered.
“Okay, we’ll go sometime,” Stella grumbled as she tossed in the sheets. “Now leave me alone – I’m trying to get some sleep.”
“Stella, we have to go bowling now. Before work.”
“Emilio, that’s lame and it’s not happening. Now stop.”
Defeated, Emilio went to the bathroom to get ready for work.
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