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| The weekend before my final exams - and the election. The night smells of laburnum as the spring rain dries on the grass. In the north-west, the sun sets behind the purple crest of Ben Lomond. | |
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| The rat race seems worlds away. Who cares about academia? For what is politick? I'll be unemployable whether I get a 2:1 or a 2:2, and the country will be shit whether Labour or the SNP govern it. | |
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| It's enough just to be here with you. | |
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