Chapter 6:- Part One
Part One
Integration
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"Guess who I dreamed about last night?!" Jazzi squealed,
as she sat down with me and Abbie at the back of the bus.
"Let me guess," Abbie said, her eyes not leaving her book.
"Was it... Mike?"
"Ya, how'd you guess?"
"'Cause you've dreamed about him for the last 4 nights straight." I interjected.
Jazzi was always too happy in the mornings, I felt. It was unnatural.
"Don't you think it's a sign? That he wants me like I want him?"
"I doubt your dreams can speak for his feelings."
"Unless Carl Jung is right about the collective unconscious." Abbie pointed
out in her idiosnycratic way.
"Exactly... I think..."