Just finished watching the final episode of Dexter. Why is it that I can feel bad for a serial killer? It was the same way with The Sopranos- I knew they were bad guys- but still I rooted for them, cringing when they almost got caught burying bodies.
And yet, when my husband asks me to watch The Walking Dead, I tell him no. Too gory and unrealistic. He just stares at me...
So goodbye Dexter. I've enjoyed watching your twisted character evolve over the years, and in the end truly feel bad for you. 
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