You park your bike and pocket the Wishing Powder and walk up to the door and knock once and open the door and say," Anyone home?"
"Hello (insert your name here)," smiles Matt's mom walking into view.
"Hey Mrs. Smith," you smile," Is Matt home?"
"Nope," smiles Mrs. Smith," But do come in, he'll be home in a few minutes and I made cookies."
You sniff the air and sure enough there are.
"Can't say no to cookies," you smile and walk in and take off your shoes and head upstairs.
You take a seat at the table in front of the cookie trays cooling and rest your arms on the arm rest.
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