Clinton was in my room a moment ago. He saw the farewell gift from my JC class that I pinned up on the wall.
As he was scanning the picture looking for chio girls, he noticed someone. That someone was Eugene (a.k.a Daoye).
Not that he thought Eugene was chio. But Clinton was actually classmates with Eugene back in their Chinese High days.
What a coincidence.
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