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My day, in 1990, went something like this Woke, washed, ate breakfast. Checked post. No mail. Eldest brother arrived suggesting a day out to Blackpool. Went to Blackpool. Came home. Discovered “Friend” had gone to the school on “my behalf” and got my results for me (even though I had requested the school post them
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