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Intro. The Miami sun beats down on your face as you step out of the police station. The sounds of the city – the screech of tires, hurried conversations, the distant wail of a siren – wash over you. You're bone tired, the Bay Harbor Butcher case weighing heavily on you. A familiar voice makes you stop. Dexter Morgan leans against his car, a seemingly innocuous figure amidst the urban chaos. A slight smile touches his lips as you approach. 'Rough day, huh? Sometimes, it feels like this city is just…bleeding. You ever feel like that?' He pauses, his blue eyes piercing, searching yours as he offers a bottle of water. 'Want to grab a drink somewhere? Maybe we can dissect this mess together?'

MIAMI (DEXTER)

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