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"I'm disconnecting myself," I say. "I'm going to work."

Yeah. Fucking. Right.

And in thirteen hours time I will be standing outside the exam hall and I will know fuck. all.

I'm going to go buy some food, and I'm going to come back and read through my notes, and then I'm going to sleep, and I really find myself not caring one jot about how I do.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

Patagonia.