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When I shook his hand for the first time, I thought he was the strangest seventeen-year-old I’d ever met. It was 2014, and, considering how much Hong Kong has changed in the last three years, it feels like a lifetime ago. Joshua sat across from me at a table in the Foreign Correspondents’ Club, with […]
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