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“Peter. Miles and miles of pale, muscled torso. A skimpy, threadbare motel towel slung dangerously low on his hips. And nothing else. He looked like he'd been carved from marble. His body certainly belonged in a museum, anyway. He was big everywhere, his thick body suggestive of a person who'd earned his muscles through regular strenuous physical activity rather than in the gym.”

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Book:Road Trip With a Vampire
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