“[High angel] Carter's fucked-up sense of humor in action.'[The angel] Lucinda flushed deep crimson. 'How can you use such language so carelessly? You sound like you're… like you're in a locker room!"I smoothed down my tank top. 'No way. I'd never wear this in a locker room.''Yeah, it isn't even in school colors,' said Peter.I couldn't resist toying with the guardian. 'If i were in a locker room, i'd probably have on a short cheerleader skirt. And no underwear.'Peter continued playing off me. 'And you'd do that one cheer, right? The one with your hands splayed against the shower wall and ass sticking out?''That's me,' i agreed. 'Always ready to take one for the team.'Even Cody[, the other vampire] flushed at our crassness. Lucinda was practically purple.'You–you two have no sense of decency! None at all.”

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