sing your truth
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Noah can't help feeling a little, well, helpless - actually, hopeless - when the only way to explain her...situation is to pass it off as something that happens to everyone.
"Sena, have you ever...felt like--" and here she stops, because it's about to sound like a suggestion, dear God, and a backhanded one at that. Ever felt like maybe you're not a girl?
Sena blinks up at Noah, hopelessly - actually, helplessly - attentive to the aborted question. "No, go on! Whatever it is, you can tell me. Promise."
The encouraging, insistent nod does it: Noelle blurts out, "Sena...I'm a girl!"