“God. My Dad is such an asshole sometimes” Vikki sighed as she shuffled through her purse, looking for lip gloss; her reddish-brown hair fell forward on either side of her face. She had a perfect olive skin tone, and Wes could see a hint of it peeking out through the strands of hair on her neck. He let his eyes follow the smooth line of her neck
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Have you ever read Neil Gaimans American Gods?
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I cant say I have, I'm assuming its good though?
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Yeah its very good and I think you might like the style of writing
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