"Andi, can I ask you a question?" Joseph asked. Joseph thought his name would be spelled A-N-D-I.
"Sure."
"Why are you in the boy's room?"
"To pee of course."
"No, why are you in the BOY'S room."
"I'm old enough to use the bathroom by myself. I don't need to go to the family bathroom with my Mommy. I'm nine-years-old. I'm not a little kid."
'You don't understand," Joseph said defensively. Joseph didn't have time to register that the girl in front of him wasn't nine or younger than nine, she was 15 or 16.
"You think I'm a little kid. I'm not. Do these look like the tits of a little boy?" Andy used his two hands to emphasize his chest.
"I'm not saying you are a little kid. I'm saying that you are..." Joseph tried to explain but he was cut off. Andy was so mad that he pushed Joseph. Joseph already had trouble with his balance due to having his mother's very pregnant body all of a sudden. Joseph fell on his padded rear.
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