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It was the middle of August and the height of the British summer in 2006. The sun was out and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air. I was standing in line to enter the exam room for the first of five exams I had to re-sit in order to progress to the third year of the pharmacy degree I was reluctantly studying for. A couple of months back when I had received my final results, you could ..


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