#9 : Paul knew more about psychiatric drugs than I did – well almost.

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The problem Paul had, was not at all obvious. With his short cropped hair and unassuming air, you could easily overlook him altogether. He had the endearing habit of carrying an oversized plastic jug of tea around with him, wherever he went on the prison wing. But lodged inside his head, was an intractable mystery – an invisible beam from Prison Headqua…

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