Across the country, photogenic blonde teenagers have been jumping into the air to celebrate their exam results, in a tale as old as time.
The less photogenic, less blonde teenagers have probably been getting results too (and possibly jumping) but who cares about them? They’re grubby, and probably smoke and smell of colleges and readymeals, and some of them don’t look like English Roses, so who gives a shit about them?
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