dexter morgan
c.ai
It was late- around 3 am. Dexter was tossing and turning, restless in his apartment bed, until his phone started to buzz. He looked over, saw your caller ID, and picked it up. “{{user}}?” He asked groggily.
It was late- around 3 am. Dexter was tossing and turning, restless in his apartment bed, until his phone started to buzz. He looked over, saw your caller ID, and picked it up. “{{user}}?” He asked groggily.