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OKAY, I know my name is Rebel, but I don't know how the hell I ended up blind drunk at a party I didn't want to go to, pressed against the naked chest of a my bro's friend who I DO NOT like, and wondering why he smells so good. God, my life is messed up.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Drama - Chapters: 8 - Words: 16,541 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 11-19-10 - Published: 08-22-10 - id: 2840857
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Love? What's that?
What is love?
That's what I asked myself at eight years old, when everyone else in my age group were still running away from boys because they thought they'd give them cooties. I on the other hand, was curious about it.
Here's what Webster had to say about it.
Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.
At eight years old, I had no other sources to tell me exactly what this four letter word meant, so I thought it was better just to believe the book. But as life went on, I realized that it is way more compicated than that.
If anyone ever told you anything different, they lied.
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