"Honestly?" he said, squinting at the screen. "I was wondering what was taking you so long. She always liked you more, anyway. She used to laugh at my puns like she was laughing at a car crash. With you, it was real." He shrugged. "Just… don't screw it up like I did. And for the record? You owe me a new sourdough starter."
These statements may contain fragments of truth. But they are also shields. The purpose of justification is not accuracy—it is to allow you to sleep at night while crossing a boundary you previously believed was sacred. My friend-s Girlfriend Becomes My Girlfriend. -...