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Jim was medicated. Had been ever since he was a little kid. It kept thoughts from racing through his head and kept him focused, but he was also constantly in a haze. He called it a brain fog. He was a little slow because of it. Took longer to figure things out, grasp concepts, but he was good natured and of pleasant disposition. No one but Jim knew why he had to take pills, but he'd never say. It was never to be spoken of -that one day, when he was younger, got carried away, and hugged his little brother to death.