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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Hello. My name is Dexter. Dexter Morgan. I'm a blood specialist in the lab.When I was little, my mother was killed with a chainsaw in front of my brother and me. Harry Morgan, the cop who found us that day, adopted me. I've had this feeling since I was little. At first I was killing animals. When my father realized this, he asked me if I had ever wanted to kill a human being. I couldn't answer. We had a long talk about this. My father said I could channel this feeling. I was going to kill people who had managed to escape justice, who were guilty but not punished. And my father set some rules for me. The first rule was don't get caught.Because Harry was a cop, he taught me a lot about self-protection and how to destroy evidence. The first person I killed was my father's doctor. She was making my father sick by giving him the wrong medicine. She had done this before with other patients. I was very panicked. There was blood everywhere. My dad came and helped me clean up. And my first experience was a failure. And while we were taking care of all this, there was my sister Debra. He was oblivious to everything. When my father died, it was just the two of us. Debra became a policewoman like my father and she was skilled at her job. We both worked at the same place. I've committed a lot of murders by this time. And I've never regretted it. One day I met Rita. With the love of my life.. With my son Harrison and the mother of my stepchildren, who trusted me without knowing anything...When we were a happy family, there was a killer I was after. ''Trinity killer'' He carried out his murders in triple rituals. I chased him for a long time. I finally managed to kill him. I went home in peace. When I came home, there was no one there. I left a voicemail for Rita. Then I called. Her phone was on the table. I went and closed it. Just then I heard crying coming from the bathroom. When I went to the bathroom door, I saw my childhood. That moment when my mom was killed... Harrison was crying bloody tears. I went inside.  Rita was bleeding in the bathtub. While I was killing the trinity killer, he'd already killed the Rita. He performed his third ritual once more. That was the first time I regretted what I had done.</p>]]></description>
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