He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss a — Neil Gaiman, American Gods
He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss a — Neil Gaiman, American Gods
He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss a — Neil Gaiman, American Gods
He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss a — Neil Gaiman, American Gods
He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss a — Neil Gaiman, American Gods
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He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

— Neil Gaiman, American Gods
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