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If you remember the reason why I watched Polo Boys and Red Thread. {:
This was basically me when he reached out to shake my hand (I melted into a pool of full-fat butter), wouldn't stop talking, made friendly gestures and smiled and smirked.
Oh, God help me. I've been so disoriented the whole damn day.
And, well, to be professional, I just had to ask for his mobile number.
(Actually I asked for a number I could contact him at, and he gave me his mobile straight out. Same difference. :D )