"You know what's wrong with you, Miss
Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no
guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and
say, 'Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in
love, people do belong to each other, because
that's the only chance anybody's got for real
happiness.' You call yourself a free spirit,
a
'wild thing', and you're terrified
somebody's
gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're
already in that cage. You built it yourself. And
it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or
in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go.
Because no matter where you run, you just end up
running into yourself."
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