So dad, mom, Rachel and I walked into Shears hall for supper.
"Are we allowed to come in here?" Rachel asked.
"No," I said as I pointed to a no trespassing sign.
"Just act as though you're from NUS."
Rachel could pass off as an exchange student. She strode in.
Dad, I don't know how it's possible, fits in so well that last time I was here with him people asked me which hall he stayed in. I think it's the bright running singlet and sunglasses.
Now mom... Woah this one was tough.
I told her to put on a poker face as we entered the hall...
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