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Back at bed 10, Randolph kept watch at his grandson’s bedside. An ER technician came in to request a urine sample for a drug screen. She was young and pretty, and as she handed him the bottle, Paul leered. “Would you hold it for me?” he asked. The tech ignored him. When she came back, collected the container, and turned to walk away, he pointed at her behind. “Oh wow, that’s nice.” Randolph III had heard enough. “Shut the fuck up!” he told his grandson. The old man wandered out into the hallway, muttering “He’s drunker than Cooter Brown.
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Valerie Bauerlein (The Devil at His Elbow: Alex Murdaugh and the Fall of a Southern Dynasty)