As many questions as this story raises, I’m feeling pretty confident that it does answer at least one. I say this because there’s no way you’re reading it and not feeling like you’ve got a bit of a handle on why Brent Todd Friest’s 8-year-old son might have been visiting a psychologist. St. Paul police …
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