Just A Little Thing Called Love

Just A Little Thing Called Love

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She was no longer the shy, quirky girl he once knew...nor was he the kind, sweet boy she once knew. But despite their new found differences, no matter how much they changed, they're memories most certainly wouldn't. Tayanna Berwill thought that she had gotten over her first, real crush. So why is it that her heart still races when she sees him? Gabriel Ryder thought the girl who had mended his broken heart no longer existed in it. So why is it that after two months of not seeing each other, he still excites over seeing her? Their moments were once secrets, but now it's about time they were told. Their names were once unknown, but now it's best to reveal them. Their love was once just a little thing, but as we all know, love is never a little thing.
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