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Laughing, Jareth took Sarah's hand in his. He pulled her close to him, moving his hands to her hair...and Sarah woke up with a start.
"Ughh," she moaned. Ever since her 'meeting' with Jareth her dreams had been filled with him. His touch on her body..his wild, mistmatched eyes and the way they had always seemed to see through her..to see into her soul.
It was getting to be more than she could take. While dressing for her waitressing job, Sarah had taken to repeating over and over again the words "I do not want Jareth. I do not care about Jareth."
She slipped outside, still chanting her mantra. She walked briskly through the busy streets, ignoring the looks she was receiving. So intent was she on reaching her destination quickly and without fuss, that she never noticed the cloaked figure behind her.