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E. Fuller Torrey
E. Fuller Torrey

E. Fuller Torrey is an American psychiatrist renowned for his research on schizophrenia and his influence on mental health policy. He has conducted extensive research in the field of psychiatry, particularly on the relationship between schizophrenia and violent behavior. more

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