[Her face tightens, enough that it almost looks as though she's going to start to cry again. She takes a breath, though, holding it at bay. She doesn't want him to know that she's wondering if that's true; she's ashamed to be thinking it herself.]
Yeah, I know it will.
[Years ago, she knows that would have been said with much more conviction than it is now. She tries not to dwell on it.
They're finally approaching her apartment, though, and she reaches into a pocket to dig out her keys.]
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Yeah, I know it will.
[Years ago, she knows that would have been said with much more conviction than it is now. She tries not to dwell on it.
They're finally approaching her apartment, though, and she reaches into a pocket to dig out her keys.]