March 2012
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Darkly Dreaming Dexter
There is no starry sky anywhere like the starry sky in South Florida when you are fourteen and camping out with Dad. Even if he’s only your foster dad. And even if the sight of all those stars merely fills you with a kind of satisfaction, emotion being out of the question. You don’t feel it. That’s part of the reason you’re here. “You’re different, Dexter,” he says....
