"I miss [my old teacher Miriam's] knack of knowing me and looking like all the answers of life belonged to her, even the impossible ones. I am an adult now and I feel no such surety; I hope I fake confidence as well as she did. Perhaps that is the role of a responsible person—to fake the confidence he doesn't feel so that the young can believe in something. Except there are no young ones any more. I'm not sure who I'm faking for."
—The Beauty by Aliya Whiteley
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