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You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken. You are afraid to stcik out your chin and say, "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, yet you're terrified that someone's goin to put you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in a cage and you built it yourself. It's everywhere you go. Beacuse no matter where you run you'll always end up running into yourself