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Migdia Laguerta Character Analysis

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However, on the other hand, we have Migdia LaGuerta, a beautiful detective that everyone thinks is incompetent. When she is introduced into the story Dexter again mentions her looks and the rumor that she possibly slept with someone to get her job before anything else. I believe the author does this on purpose when Dexter see the women because that is how people naturally judge people. When you look at someone the first thing you will notice is their looks. Then if you have heard rumors about them whether they are good or bad that will be your initial judgment of that person. LaGuerta is not a liked person in this novel. But in my opinion she was not a horrible person, I understood where she was coming from. How would you be if you have gotten

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