I feel sad now about Carl and his apparent hearthache at The Sun article. It’s his birthday today and I know I won’t see him again for a while. He whirls himself away somewhere into his mind, away from me and the hateful hurtful worlds he can imagine. I love him and I wish I could tell him so, and wish him to believe it to be so.
– Peter’s journal entry from the Priory
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