N: T put his finger on his penis and then touched me! Now I have penis germs on my wrist!
T, of course, smiled gleefully. He reminds me far too much of my brother, who used to hide things in his pants because then he knew that I wouldn’t want to touch them ever again.
They’re playing in the other room, and all I can hear is them chanting “I want to be evil! I want to be evil!” Would it be wrong of me to tell them they already are?
