Gronk needed time to recover from the set-back of his exam results. Privately he admitted no effort at all was put into revision, but exams were meant to be easy for a superlative man of his calibre. Gronk knew his gifts were at least genius level. His dichotomy was a certain low-life emerged with exam success. He mulled over how Steve Nobody managed to pass anything, let alone get the grades to go to University. It was inconceivable to him that such a talentless turd could outperform him. It must be just a blip. Gronk thought about the accent he cultivated and his Poshey contacts. He liked art, classical music, French and looking down on people. Surely that was enough to pass a few stupid exams, he thought. 

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