I have a lady friend who works out at the same gym as Dexter, the actor, the character, the show.
“I saw Dexter today. He seems like a nice guy.”
“He’s a serial killer.”
“Yeah, but he seems nice.”
I’m not a fan of the show, but my friend Jessie Sweet is. He loves it. He thinks it’s great.
“What do you like about that show?” I asked Jessie one day.
“I don’t know. I just relate to Dexter.”
“You relate to a serial killer?”
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Interesting.”
I didn’t press the issue, but I was beginning to wonder what was going on inside Jessie’s head. 
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