"Do you know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are?" he says, his anger building. "You're chicken. You 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 going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it for yourself, and it's not bound on the west by Tulip, Texas, or on the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
i've lots to tell. many interesting things to write about. started some exciting projects, but want to wait till I have actual endings before I share. 'cause cliffhangers are bothersome. especially the one for Greek tonight. ahh!
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