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Fifty-three
Dexter had never in his life thought that he could feel so infuriated. Not even when his twin brothers ganged up on him just to prank him in their earlier days. Not even when his business tenders fell through and that was certainly a significant issue to boil over.
Ironically, the one time he truly was pissed off was because of a short thing who was surprisingly an ungrateful loud m
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