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  • When you’ve got nothing , you’ve got nothing to loose , part 2

    I had visions of Ella having called the police reporting her car stolen and me being surrounded by armed police pointing their guns at me telling me to slowly get out of the car whilst keeping my hands in view . At that moment I would have given anything to be back home , out on the bike heading around Ballymac with the lads .

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