Angela mumbled to herself, acting like a fool.She stood up and stretched a little. After sleeping with her head down all night, her arms and legs were stiff and numb, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable.And yet, strangely, she felt more at peace being here than anywhere else.It wasn't that she wasn't worried about Dexter. It was just difficult to describe this feeling. When she was alone at home or numbing herself with reckless behavior, she felt lost, as if her heart was wandering restlessly.Every day, she was itching for a fight, her mind filled with wild and chaotic thoughts. It was like she was having an anxiety attack.The doctor said Dexter was out of danger. His injuries were mostly external, and internally, he wasn't too badly hurt.Even so, it would still take at least two or three months before he could walk again.Angela sat down, staring at his gaunt face, and let out a bitter smile."Dexter, what were you thinking? Street racing? I remember the last time y
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