So I made a deal with Owen, years ago, that if he ever learned to ride his bike he could throw a cream pie in my face. Owen, never one to forget a promise, has learned to ride a bike and I took a lovely pie in the face. Never one to suffer alone I promptly kissed the poor boy and wiped as much onto him as possible. Everyone laughed, except Bodhi, who stared on in horror with a tear stricken face. He recovered once he saw that the damage was only temporary.







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