We all make meaning in the ways we need to.

He couldn’t say whether he’d done the right thing or not. He supposed it didn’t matter. We all make meaning in the ways we need to. Whatever he told the girl, she would fold it into a narrative that worked until it didn’t any more, and then she’d be grown up. It happened to everyone.

POTHOLE GOBLINS BY GREG NOVEMBER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 95

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