I don't know if I can say that much. It . . . would feel really presumptuous, I think. Like I'd be assuming a lot, and a lot of those things . . . they aren't mine to assume.

[ Her fingers deftly pry open the mechanism of the keychain, slipping it onto the key ring.

Her voice softens a little, looking at it. ]

. . . but I know it's hard, living in a world where no one else is like you.