A Little Bit Of Everything (EARLIER CALLED YOUNG, WILD AND FREE)

A Little Bit Of Everything (EARLIER CALLED YOUNG, WILD AND FREE)

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Seventeen
EARLIER CALLED "YOUNG, WILD AND FREE" "I'm here for you, Always." Always. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• There's a lot that can happen to a seventeen year old girl. But this one's different. She's normal, just about as normal as you and me, but at the same time...different. So different. All of us fall in love, with someone or something, anything. Love isn't particular, it can't be defined.. Love is... Just love. She fell too. The day she met him, she didn't expect to fall so hard, kind of like Alice falling through the rabbit hole... Slowly but surely. He came like a gust of wind, and carried her away like a floating leaf. But remember one thing.. It's hard to want a little bit of everything...
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