Tiffany joined in, twisting her hair up, back into a knot.  "So the only difference is location?"  She and Lauren had analyzed dreams like these since they were kids sitting on the floor of the local bookstore, looking up the definitions on images according to Freud, the Navajo, Jung and Sylvester Stalone's mom.   More recently, however, they'd opted for their own.

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