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"It wasn't even a shirt in the way we mortals are accustomed to thinking about club wear. No, this was merely a diaphanous, swirling suggestion of a shirt, containing just enough material to muck up my view of his chest, comprising pecs the size of a sectional sofa and a stomach you could use to slow down runaway trucks on mountainous roads." The Daily Brad Rabbit rabbit! Yesterday? Road trip |
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