cloudstreet, by tim wintonan excerpt:
Don't you want to be independent?
Quick, I don't even know what it means anymore. If it means being alone, I don't want it. If I'm gunna be independent, do you think I need a husband? And a kid? And a mother and father, and inlaws and friends and neighbours? When I want to be independent I retire. I go skinny and puke. You've seen me like that. I just begin to disappear. But I want to live. I want to be with people, Quick. I want to battle it out.
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