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But maybe I’m not being fair. Maybe, in the end, they knew her just as well as I did. Or maybe none of us knew her, and we’re making her up now. A girl in the shape of our guilt.
The eulogy replaces the person; the story told takes the place of the life lived.
It makes me wonder what shape I’d be if I’d never met another human being.
