She frowns a moment. In one of her memories, during Christmas, the town showed her a vision of Dexter, alone and completely miserable in his humanity...but... "At Christmas...but Dexter does live here. He's just--a neighbor." A neighbor, or the half-human man she loved. Which was ridiculous, because she loved her husband. Didn't she? "That's not...really useful t'me."
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Date: 2011-07-06 01:32 pm (UTC)